Such bliss
In a tired
Twirl of
Candied gypsum
Flickers of morning
Uncertain redwood neighbors
Let slip the lances
Of sunlight
Something beckons
Like a sleepless sergeant
Oh well
There's still some morning left
Author's Notes/Comments:
I woke up one lazy Saturday morning to a collection of cliche sunbeams coming through the window above me. There was a stack of to-do's bigger than I am waiting to be tackled, but, for the moment, it was very soothing to just lay there and watch the redwoods filter the morning into my room.