Mid-Winter Morning

The bright sky is growing dim

Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

Mid-winter morning
the bright sky is growing dim,
hidden under flannel clouds
hemming the heavens in.

If only I had sprung from bed
when the sun first touched my eyes,
instead of dreaming over toast and books,
ignoring the world outside.

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Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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