I don’t mind early mornings disguised as night, disguised as twilight dis
I don’t mind early mornings disguised as night,
disguised as twilight
disguised as late summer sunsets.
The sky is black; the sky is a shade of mauve, gray,
the sky.
The sky swallows my dreams, spits them into a cup of coffee and they swirl round and round
around.
There are no birds to greet the morning.
Nobody survives the winter chill.
Thu, 15 Jan 2015 08:54:36