Monday, April 18, 2016

Early Gentle Morning

The gentle morning suggests
My senses slowly wake
A hollow song of mourning dove
The next sound softly waits

Truck tires in the distance
Howling down the road
Coffee's scent is barking
Refrigerator moans

The day is patient also
Waiting for the time
When I'll choose to enter
The choice is only mine.

-Kelly Voelker

No comments:

Post a Comment

Popular Posts