Sunday, March 22, 2015

on cool morning


opened my eyes at five,
thinking as if awake
listening to light wind stirrings,
while drops tap the window
evenly marking time

then seven-thirty in red clock numbers
may have been creating during the interval,
dream-thinking, planning, being practical,
but not overly confident of value gain,

took no notes while considering,listening to rain.
thoughts may have been of value;
with nothing written
there's no way to say.

how comfortable to awaken early, thinking softly,
from under a soft comforter,
hearing drops and splatters beyond the glass
all that matters...on cool morning

1 comment:

Annie said...

I enjoyed reading this, and sharing in the early morning wakening, mind active, though practically dreaming... the rhythm of awake and rain and sleep, shared perfectly... this is a great poem to read aloud...