Sleep before Midnight

Joan Reese

Hot chamomile tea, sipped from rose colored porcelain cup
Quiets my nerves, ensuring a deep sleep.

Rain drops beat the windowpane like a steel drum.
Lighting cracks, slicing open my unconscious.

Departed souls influence without words,
Their presence feels like Florida air in August sun.

My Egyptian cotton sheets scented with Channel No. 5
Holds a treasure trove of dreams.
 
Woke up and found a poem on my pillow,
The color of lake mist rising.

Wrapped the poem around me like a thick down comforter,
Strengthening me for the daily race…

 

  • Author: Joan Reese (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2025 19:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Scents and air I am familiar with all make this poem so well known. Nicely done

    • Joan Reese

      Thank you ,much!

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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