Morning- a collage

Morning- a collage


early morning light;
The rattle of coffee cups;
cockcrow symphony.


morning reaches lusty fingers
across a compliant sky,
the moon surrenders willingly,
drifting off to hide.


the sunlight stretches
across a still sleepy sky:
morning coffee blues.


early morning light-
waking man still fingering
all the ancient dreams.


morning stretches lusty digits
across a yielding sky;
the moon surrenders timidly
like a virgin bride.


early light stretching wide
across a slumbering sky
morning offerings.


My notes suggest this was composed sometime in January, 2005


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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