Sliding out of bed
Crisping somewhat ahead.
Thin blue overhead.
Red leaves turning orange.
Low dawn cracks slipping in.
Let’s you know day begins.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Sliding out of bed
Crisping somewhat ahead.
Thin blue overhead.
Red leaves turning orange.
Low dawn cracks slipping in.
Let’s you know day begins.
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