Comingness.
I wake to a mist heavy with drizzle,
listen for robin putting on morning
and follow his steps.
Wet it may be but winter is waning,
dawn's daily herald of comingness
lessens depression.
I intend to ease torso that stiffened
and aching gives plenty of warning
which calls for stretching.
Clean and dressed I fall into new day
ready and smiling for like all creation
I want morning's best.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay. We move a minute or two towards more daylight now.
Then - spoilsport - ohh, it'll start getting darker again in about 5 months time! lol.
Yup - only 5 months before the nights start drawing in.
They ain't drawn out yet fully this year. lol.
A wonderful break of winters
Maybe it’s spring soon
You shirked off the laziness in me dear Fay
Sunny and warm I felt in every way
A very descriptive write. Mornings are the best time of day, their existence gives one hope for the joy of living. They let one feel a part of humanity. If winter is waning and one senses Spring approaching, then they are greatly appreciated. Thank you for instilling a ray of sunshine on a rather dreary day here. - Phil A
P.S. - we were dumped on with two feet of snow last night.
P.P.S - I think it was Mel Brooks or Carl Reiner who said, "I get up in the morning, open the newspaper and read the Obits. If my names not in there then I get dressed."
Good morning. Have a lovely day.
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