Morning

Morning stretches out her feet
Slowly onto the shore,
Sitting up languidly on her bed of water,
Spreading her arms out wide.

She dresses in the dim,
Afraid to wake the neighbors,
Donning glorious attire
Self seen as casual frumpiness.

She takes in a full, fresh breath,
Realizing this world is hers,
And prepares to keep careful watch
Over her sleeping children.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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