Morning- a collage

Morning- a collage

1.

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

2.

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

3.

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

4.

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

5.

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

6.

early light stretching wide
across a slumbering sky
morning offerings.

 

My notes suggest this was composed sometime in January, 2005

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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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