Morning Sighs
This may be a rerun as I wrote it several years ago. Morning creeps in, My head is not ready for it. It glows against the mountain against the quiet clouds tinging all things golden as they brighten to full day... I am not ready wanting the landscapes still of dreams of comforter and bed pillowing my head in sleep, dayless, consciousless... Slowly, relentlessly day pushes out the shadows of the house; world sounds, the silence of the head and house... Body nags its various needs like the cat... Sign in to see full entry.