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.


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