February 7, 2017 by ebbtide morning reluctance Poetry darkness, depression, life, morning, night, poem, Poetry, quiet, silence, snow, waking, winter 4 Comments almost like night, eyes closed, outside, crusted snow protests beneath some dog’s feet I admit it’s possible the sun hasn’t reached me yet © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
There are mornings when I’m sure the sun has refused to brave the cold of winter. 🙂
The day is mine
But not quite yet
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Loving yours too BTW. 🙂 Let us clink glasses (metaphorically).
Perfect winter morning feeling, Sarah. ☺️