Spire Poem by Carmela Patterson

When dawn arises from the midnight of my dreams
My eyes flicker open and I stretch with a wide yawn
The fleeting void of the night has vanished it seems
And with the arching of my back all slumber is gone.

Shuffling toward the aroma of morning's fresh brew
I'm revived and looking forward to the unfolding
Cloudless day of bright sun in the sky of azure blue
And I'm seeing the glories of nature unfolding.

I bask in this early morning contemplation
Marveling at the many faceted prisms of my mind
With thoughts spiraling to the most lofty meditation
To realms insatiably evolving I am inclined.

The hour has come to snap out of my ethereal flight
Rein in the thin thread of my thought and my desire
And reluctantly be about the work I early fight
Preferring loftier heights to which I aspire
And when duties' done I may acquire
A higher spire.