Mornings

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