Noontime Sun Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Noontime Sun



Morning hours drenched in nighttime's sleep,
trying to awaken, open mind and eyelids to
greet the new day.

Being a night owl, it's much too hard to
restart my engine, I don't want to begin.

Later, when I've begun to think and create
new ideas, will be soon enough to greet
the noontime sun.

Until then, I wish to be alone with my
sleeping senses.

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