MORNING MOMENT

By Cheryl L. Crockett ~ October 10, 2012

Maybe I was dreaming

an errant feather

brushed my brow

just before

I stretched to turn

to the glorious side

Before I yawned and caught

the faint fragrance

a fresh batch

of new mercies

left for me

Before I opened my eyes

enough to squint

through sun-laced lashes.

I remain oblivious.

Reality is waiting in the hall

somewhat impatiently.

So, I inhale

slowly and deeply

to save this

wonderful moment

as my angel hurries from view.

#OctPoWriMo #10