Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—read the rest here
Poetry Friday is hosted today at The Writer's Armchair.
I am so, so, so, so, so not a morning person. But I've had to play one, as a mom, for years now (as outlined here.) Mornings do have their perks. Like finding Billy Collins here, for example, on a Poetry Friday morning.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the morning. I WANT the worm.
ReplyDelete::sigh::
ReplyDeleteI love that poem so much. He makes morning sound so sensual and romantic.