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.