Robed in Fleece

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

 Thank you for hosting! See you next week!