treasure of a quiet morning
alarms are silent, movement slows
children dream until weary fades
as coffee brews, my ink flows
rhythmic scratch of the pen
as the words scar the page
steaming cup waiting by
when the rhymes have assuaged.
11.10.17
treasure of a quiet morning
alarms are silent, movement slows
children dream until weary fades
as coffee brews, my ink flows
rhythmic scratch of the pen
as the words scar the page
steaming cup waiting by
when the rhymes have assuaged.
11.10.17
