morning – C & K

Spring Morning

blur of the morning
too much sun in my old eyes
the crisp spring winds move

Heavy and deep
morning shadows.
Trees out of focus,
Crisp stillness remains.

From the window,
hidden under covers deep.
My secluded view is clear
as Winter moves outside.

The scent of something fruity;
Lingering for a moment,
then fading into the clearing.
The memory of the morning.

Watery windscreen
A deserted dark fall drive
Freedom at the wheel

Lost in fantasia
The early morning fresh fog
No one can see me

Warmth in the morning,
opening crusty eyes.

Grumbling about dreams,
running for the toilet,
a fart escapes on the journey.

A giggle from the bed,
“You’re disgusting!”
followed by more giggling.

Sunshine through a blind,
sitting on the toilet,
chatting to your partner.

manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime