Window to My Morning
Chirping in the distance
With the sun’s stubborn persistence,
I open my eyes.
Stretch out and rise.
I saunter to the sink.
Gazing out the window without a blink.
The trees weave hello
And the grass begins to glow.
The window is cool without a touch.
I think of summer way too much.
Have to focus on today
And not to laze these days away.