Lazy Morning
Softly comes the sunlight, seeping through my shade
I blink awake and stretch and sense the coffee not yet made
A languid morning creeping in as I lie in my bed
And grasp the cover of a book, a one I have not read.
Cascading thoughts, of this and that, never two the same
They spin like whirling dervishes each rushing through my brain.
Get up! They whirl and beckon with each streak of sun
Things to see and people too and things that must be done.
I feel so warm just lying here, but reluctantly I rise.
To seek each day’s adventure and confront each day’s surprise.
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