Morning Moment
Morning Moment
Outside in the treetops, the blackbirds chatter--
clacking and clicking like stones striking stones.
Leaf-filtered sunlight slips through the curtains,
dancing on my eyelids-- in flickering tones.
I'm tempted to rise, but resist.
My bare shoulders are cold.
I pull up the covers and snuggle back under.
I'm saving this moment
to remember when I'm old.