Do over... ( Archived) (12)

Sky pales into morning
not yet bright enough
to kill the lights
that man has filled the night with,
for that, we need the sun
still waiting for his cue,
no doubt a morning coffee
in his hand
to stoke the fires he'll shine
to make our day.
The weekend winds
have faded to a whisper
barely moving leaves outside,
the whipping curtains
at my door all still,
a drape of fabric framing
growing light as daytime
becomes now
no more tomorrow
as life moves on, relentless
in its passing and we each
give it our flavour of the day
a word of love, a smile,
a little needle in the side
a sudden jump to judgment
or a sigh, a tear of heartbreak
on the brink of happening
again. We make our choices
and we take our chance
and yet each moment
waits, unshaped until we tell it
what to wear, to carry in its pocket
so I choose love,
and love
and love again
despite the pinches
it has given me before
and will restart my day
each time it falters.



Good morning to you all.

Thank you! That was so nice.

Thank you for reading and commenting.

I dropped out of cyber space for a few minutes, power surge or something.

Hi Trish, how's the writing going? I have been MIA quite a bit lately, life is hopping business wise.

Morning sweet Baja,lovely as always,thanks for sharing,have a good day honey

Good morning! I tend to associate the sun with greek myths and Apollo and generally assign masculine traits to it. Night and the moon can be either female or male depending on my mood at the time. Interesting observation...I had not given it a great deal of thought.

Traveler and I had quite a session. It was fun.

Enjoy life today!