Morning Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Now morning sneaks upon my face
Eyes slowly peel their wraps
The night has been quite dark, quite long
An endless, somber apse

The mind now races back and forth
To find a purpose, goal
Yet weight of limbs and leaden mind
Press down with heavy soles

I look upon some scraps of bread
Cold coffee in the pot
Perhaps they'll help to stir me up
To face my present lot

And then I see a glass of blue
Aglimmer on my plate
So pretty and so like a poem
To pen one I can't wait

Of all the strivings high and low
We mortals so oft crave
Can answers lie in just a cup
And rhymes our souls to save?

Now morning sneaks upon my face
Eyes slowly peel their wraps
The night has been quite dark, quite long
An endless, somber apse.