Morning, before and after (a poem)

Another true story…

Morning
She would begin to stir
as soon as she noticed
I was awake
then wait patiently for me
to begin the day

Morning
It’s early, but I slept through the night
Outside, a steady rain falls
the wind kicks up every so often
As I ease into the still dark new day
nothing is stirring

(27 November 2018)


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