|
![]() |
Sunday MorningI always wake up early while you are still asleep. Make the coffee for you and wait to wake you up. I hear the wind a blowing outside the house today I feel the chill in my bones even though the house is warm. I fear the storm a brewing I know it will take away All that I hold dear within me And blow it all away. There once was light & warmth that nothing let us fear. We have become so benign In what we thought as ours. There is sadness within me nothing can erase. Perhaps we need to light the fire and pick up our pace. Judy Lindsey 02/10/2008 Vote for this poem
|
|
| |