Morning Rise
Wake up to alarms that blair, a sound so awful like the sirens of despair.
Uncertainty of what the day brings in while my eyes stay closed, obligations are a given, inconveniences pray they be minor…
Feathered pillows keep me close, begging me to stay.
The urge to roll and turnover until reach tasty golden brown like a pastry.
Take me back oh realm of dreams, allow me escape from this morning’s reality.
The Universe answers with the beckoning of a rooster’s crow, the longer I lay in silence the louder it seems to grow.
Solid I remain allowing my conciousness to drift, a deep breath in, a willing wind to set my weary bones to sail.
Beep beep, my final warning I ignore as if there I had not heard the ones before.
Soft pitter-patter of footbeds on the floorboards, followed by a forehead dawned with whiskered whispers.
I rise to my greeting with energy already depleting.
Okay, finally I say, time to start the day.
From my bed I carefully flee, off to embrace my morning cup of coffee.
Cup in tow, the front porch is where I go when creative words require steady flow.
