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The Eclectic Pen - Good morning

By: Kelly W.   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 3/25/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 132

  The last single star fades from view
As the night clings to the earth below
Morning slices through the sky
Natures awakes with another day

Fresh aroma fills the air
My eyes close with the first sip
Warm and coffee fill slide through my veins
As I struggle to leave the sleep behind

The silence surrounds me
My eyes blink into focus
Sighs escape and I face the day
Resisting the beckoning slumber

What is it about mornings that I so resist?
Why do I fear the arrival?
The beauty of the dawning of a new day
Demands the decision to press on

What will I do with this allotment of time?
How will carry out the hours?
Will work or play consume the minutes?
And how will I answer at its end?

Perhaps my aversion to these sweet morning hours
Lie in the fear how to manage
The gift Iíve been given;
Another day

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 3/26/2007 3:48 PM ET
Marta J. (booksnob) - 3/26/2007 5:57 PM ET
Wow, Kelly--you've given voice to a universal sentiment! Very nice.
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