- Cathy Stenquist
- Jan 17, 2025
- 1 min read
Lately, my attempts to get back to sleep after early morning shuffles, have dismally failed.
I close my eyes, and try to clear my mind, but a switch has flipped on this poet's mind.
My muse has taken her seat at the edge of my bed.

Try as I might...
I cannot ignore her clever poetic suggestions and drift back to my sleepy "happy place."
So I rise.
Heading down the shadowed halls, wrapped in fleece, the images out my picture window catch my eye. After a deep breath of surrender, I am kind of liking this routine.
An unexpectedly, peaceful way to start the morning.

This week two poems have flowed out my heart at 6:00 a.m. so fast, that I may keep this up and see if a collection of morning imaginings will be my muse's gift.
This morning's poem...

...and one from earlier this week.

So Happy Poetry Friday everyone. Hope this morning's dawn brought you a smile.
For more lovely poetry, please visit the blog of this week's host: The Miss Rumphius Effect
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