February 7, 2017 by ebbtide

morning reluctance

Poetry
darkness, depression, life, morning, night, poem, Poetry, quiet, silence, snow, waking, winter
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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

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slpmartin February 7, 2017 at 12:14 pm

There are mornings when I’m sure the sun has refused to brave the cold of winter. 🙂

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Ben Naga February 8, 2017 at 11:33 am

UNREADY

Full consciousness
(Or thereabouts)
The day is mine
But not quite yet

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Ben Naga February 8, 2017 at 11:39 am

Loving yours too BTW. 🙂 Let us clink glasses (metaphorically).

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Francina July 16, 2017 at 2:30 pm

Perfect winter morning feeling, Sarah. ☺️

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