On a cold, crisp March morning

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The shape of clouds unfurls like a flower
cream-colored,
its light filtering softβ€” such that embraces
the ground,

and fragrance of post-rain validates the hour.
There is something about the early hours of morning
that entices me,
as coffee lips utter the first words that come to mind;
the kind of poems I write
are the ones
you read
stretched out under the covers.
Don’t tell me the blushing sun is unwitting,
the dark potency of my desire brings even Eros
to his kneesβ€”

teasing the shadows, I watch as sunlight unveils
the distant hills;
I am an early bird,
my song, a conversation
the night has with dawn.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Rommy invites us to shape our work around the idea
of early birds, night owls or both. Come join us! πŸ“

A Skylover Wordlist: Cream, fragrant, ground πŸ’

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

26 Replies to “On a cold, crisp March morning”

  1. I used to be one of you Early Birders, but Time keeps playing tricks on me, changing my sleepschedule willy-nilly. I can tell you this much, though; your photo gives me nightmares; I could never sleep there.

    This poem rocks, Sanaa. My hat’s off. salute!

    (And please allow me to add my thanks for stopping by my blog so often. )

    1. Thank you so much, Rommy πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  2. I have loved your march poems, Sanaa. Each one has been a thing of beauty.
    Thank you for taking the Skylover Wordlist to the next level.

    1. Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you enjoyed them πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the inspirational word-list) 🌹

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