Tag: poems about time

Insomniac: Stage IV

Morning yawns and stretches its arms To part the curtains of night. Tired midwife to light from From her expectant horizonThe earth inches towards her morning.Clean, cool fingers weave threads Of sweet perfumed wisteria and moreUnnameable long forgotten blooms. Clean and combed through dew damp air.Buds nodding on their stems, Draw blood from my veins

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