Morning Has Broken. Sort of.

Its nearly seven o’clock, I’ve had seven hours’ sleep.

“Time to get up” say the alarms, the schedules, the planners.

“Things to do, places to go”.

I mustn’t be late

Mustn’t be lazy

Must get up.

But…. Yawn. Stretch.

I listen to the wind and rain outside.

Cold, noisy, pervasive, intrusive.

They’ll get into every crevice, I am sure.

I will be cold and soaked if I go outside.

In contrast the bed is warm and the duvet comfortable.

Oh, so comfortable!

But, it is morning. On that fact the clock is clear.

I will get up. Soon. In a moment.

I

Will

Get

Up

Morning

Dawn

Rain

Winter

Urgh.

 

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