Sometimes when I first wake up,
Tangled in my drift of sheets,
I tell myself to go back to sleep.
What difference will a few minutes make?
But then I hear the morning call
And when I go outside I find
The apricot tree has blossomed
And the thick scent brings me into the
Moment of a new day’s birth.
1 comment:
I think you should always answer the call. no matter how strong the tangle of the sheets, or the promise of additional sleep, I like to read what you perceive. I miss the sight and smell of apricot blossoms. Thanks for brining it back.
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