Morning

Stumble out of bed into

murky gray darkness.

 

The woodpecker taps unceasingly,

against my window pane.

 

Mockingbird sings

his morning song,

 

As dawn’s rosy breath,

rises above the treetops.

© annettealaine-2013
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