Sunday Morning

I 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

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