Mornings
Mornings are meant for me,
quiet times to think,
gathering data for the afternoon.
Watching the morning sun rise
against the turning sky.
Able to recount my past evenings
thoughts.
As the morning ages,
the quiet is broken,
by the business of the coming day.
As my thoughts are pushed back.
Until the next mornings sun.
Copyright © Tucker Carwile Jr | Year Posted 2012
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