What hour is this? So early!
A ruse to get me up
To think I am a Lark of sorts
That drinks from sunrise cup
That wakes me from the dreams I’ve had
That bids me see the day
Yet I for one am quite content
To hibernate away
And stay under the bed clothes
Snuggle in duvet’s plume
Desperate to grab those extra Zeds
Though bells ring through the room
For with the clash of hammers
That buzz from my alarm
The day bursts forth with fortitude
And loses any charm!
Comments on: "What Hour Is This?" (11)
It is indeed an early poet that catches the dawn. G:)
Or a techno savvy one that posts when she’s asleep. Have a great day Graeme 🙂
And you, too:)
Get up, G, it’s a beautiful day. 🙂
Just woken up 🙂
Blue sky abounds
I hope so 🙂 Have a great day
You too
And I was inspired to write this G:)
The Poet in the Morning http://wp.me/p1MjHq-V5 via @PoemMeGroup
Love it – brilliant. Have reblogged here 🙂
Thank you, all blushing now! G:)