Verses In Season
Poetry
Wednesday 29 January 2020
Morning
To wake, and not rush
To rise quiet and full of sleep
To enter into silent rooms,
Where the sun waits patient behind closed curtains
Or rain--
The soft comfort of grey
It is here, that I sit
Sipping coffee
Slowly and with gratitude
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linda
29 January 2020 at 20:06
so calming
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so calming
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