Morning soft
As light breaks
I’m finally home,
the curling morning glories brushing my shoulders,
light warm on the roof,
drowsy cats curled at the door.
You call me from upstairs,
soft,
and I come in.
light warm on the roof,
drowsy cats curled at the door.
You call me from upstairs,
soft,
and I come in.
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I like how morning glories open up in daylight, making them seem alive in the third line.
Breathless!