Morning creeps in,My head is not ready for it.It glows against the mountainagainst the quiet cloudstinging all things goldenas they brighten to full day… I am not readywanting the landscapes stillof dreamsof comforter and bedpillowing my headin sleep, dayless,consciousless… Slowly,relentlesslyday pushes outthe shadows of the house;world sounds,the silenceof the head and house… Body nagsits various …
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Late October Morning
Morning has broken–its edges shattered by the wind;Dawnlight leaks through the torn hem of overcast;Tree boughs new-relieved of colorflutter and bounce and danceto the strains of winter musicof the coming of colder daysand slight rain considersriding down the windas snow. by CL Redding 10/22
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 