Comingness

Fay Slimm.

 

 

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.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2022 04:58
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  • orchidee

    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.

    • Michael Edwards

      Yup - only 5 months before the nights start drawing in.

      • orchidee

        They ain't drawn out yet fully this year. lol.

      • spilleronsheet

        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

      • MendedFences27

        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."

      • Rozina

        Good morning. Have a lovely day.



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