A Summer Day
Morning, gathering the senses, half lost in yesterday’s exhaustion, half used in the dreams’ dances.
Muffled, I awake; it is after all another day. This one is clean, a brand new start, a young beginning, and I ask it to stay.
But it follows the sun’s race and noon passes, leaving the space after. Mooring, hot and dragging, I should be fresh but find myself lacking.
Marooned, I crawl along patiently until it comes finally, it came. The sun’s gone done quietly; the welcoming coolness sits so tame;
Mollified, I’m winding for another, for tomorrow lay just yonder, the promises it brings… From summer night’s silent mother come slobbering newborn babes.
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