My Morning
~My Morning~
The moon is going to bed now, I watch it slide away
The sky a beautiful shade or orange getting ready for the new day.
The pigeons start cooing taking turns in the eaves
The dawn chorus is starting, birds waking in the trees.
Morning is here a mist hangs low, the air is feeling damp
I turn, its time to rise once more, I switch out the bedside lamp.
I return to our bed to snuggle hubby, before works calls him for the day
“Did you have a good night?” he asks knowing the answer will be “nay.”
Three cups of coffee later the first in bed with my man
It’s time to tackle the day; and get on as best one can.
To waken and see another glorious night give birth to a new day
But I would love to miss just one and sleep through one dawn is what I pray.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012
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