Spring Morning

Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.

Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.

My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.

The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.

I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.

The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?

A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Horsley Avatar
January 5, 2018 at 8:11 PM
Absolutly love it. I see picture the light shining through from across the room. I can just imagine the sent of coffee. I can relate I hate getting out of my warm bed in the mornings. thank you for sharing.
Tripp Avatar
January 5, 2018 at 3:51 PM
Wonderful write, Donald. Very vivid imagery. I can envision the dust particles in the sun's rays. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Mckenzie Avatar
January 5, 2018 at 12:46 PM
this was awesome Donald i dont like getting up in he mornings either the bed is so comfortable
Cee Avatar
January 5, 2018 at 10:48 AM
Beautiful
O.J. Hunt Avatar
April 21, 2014 at 11:28 AM
Nice morning write Donald!
Delaney Avatar
April 20, 2014 at 1:59 AM
great morning atmosphere...we all go through this prolonged wish to drowse...nice reading today. SuZ
Sergi Avatar
November 15, 2013 at 3:30 PM
Beautiful poem; especially the dust splattering across thin lines of air.Awesome!
Oyewole Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 12:36 PM
Yeah, you penned it well... It is night by my watch here... What ticks yours? ~A.O
Williams Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 12:45 PM
mid afternoon here, but sun is peeking lol Nothing like eastern NC haha
A  Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 11:05 AM
A nice way to start any morning~*~SKAT
Lamoureux Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:18 AM
Dropping by to say good morning. Have a great day. Do you prefer Don or Donald?
Williams Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:18 AM
Thank you for the coffee :) I love that lol
Phillips Avatar
April 11, 2013 at 2:31 PM
Thank you of reminding us that its spring. Not too hot...not too cold.
Williams Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:17 AM
My pleasure thank you for reading.
A   Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 10:50 AM
couldn't help and read this one again...xox Linda
A   Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 10:46 AM
enjoyed your couplet Donald... always' p.d.
A   Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 9:42 AM
A sweet poem Donald, i like the way you debate with the warmness of the new feeling of spring in the air. I like the pearly rays of the sun playing on my eye lids. You seem to have woken up to a fine morning. Maybe a few steps towards the window pane to see and feel the difference. Perhaps that nice coffee pot waiting. Glad you words lead to a great feeling. always~ Linda
Williams Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:17 AM
Thank you so much PD you stopped by several times, glad you enjoyed this. :)
Lamoureux Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 8:35 AM
Very good Donald!
Williams Avatar
April 12, 2013 at 8:16 AM
Thanks Rick
Sivey Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 6:42 AM
This is a tremendous and intriguing write Donald! I am impressed with this delightful poem this afternoon! I have to know, who was making the coffee? What an amazing piece, Great Work!!
Williams Avatar
April 10, 2013 at 6:45 AM
That blessed person is left to the imagination of the reader. It leaves us with just enough information to fill in the blanks, Mother, father, brother, sister, girlfriend, boyfried, or whatever LOL Thank you so much for sharing your comment. Have a wonderful day.
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