Thursday, June 9, 2011


Slowly at first it climbs
creeping uninvited guest
peaking nervously behind the shade
gaining courage steps across the floor
rumples of the night left idly sitting
one tiny tendril slips upon the bed
the ground now giving way
over the bumps and twists of flesh
to open upon my face with warmth
it is morning and I smile to greet the day. :)

- Trish 2011