5:30 am

5:30 am


Oh the morning hours…

blurry quiet, hazy glee.

Yet I cannot hold onto them

when they begin to flee.

A pitter-patter, then a stomp

comes down the staircase landing

scurrying away the birds,

the mists of morning standing.

Even if family does not invade

the morning will still dissipate…

for I begin to flutter around

and set my hands upon the gate.


5 December 2011

Another of those rhyming words that came spilling out in December…

0 thoughts on “5:30 am

  1. freebirdsings says:

    I love both you and your dad’s poems! Your drawing is great too. Morning quiet is beautiful but being retired with the kids gone, I can admit that if I try to hang on to it for too long it just becomes boring and wasted as your dad says.

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