Summer Flowers
The pause and the morning and me –
all pregnant (metaphorically),
sitting in the dark with this quiet coffee
in this calm house, waiting for the wake up.
My mind is still for just one breath –
soon it will be filled with thoughts
old and new, opening in the dewy grass
like summer flowers waiting for rain.
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Lovely
I love the idea of writing about a pregnant pause.
That first line is stellar—I love reading it aloud! The rest is darn good too.