from 'While Passing Through'/Fall
Seated with coffee
I try to gather myself
as gray light
seeps through blinds.
Sometimes dawn
comes too early.
as gray light seeps through blinds..... beautiful.. sometimes dawn is born early........ than ku very much. you are very poetic dear Glen. tony
thank you, tony. i suspect you know—because i expect it's a common experience—what it's like to face a day with responsibilities and not feel ready for it. appreciate you reading my stuff. be well, brother. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the mood of observation this brings, well penned.
Thanks, Luz. Sometimes we’re just not ready for the day to begin, to go to work. The best to you. -Glen