POETRY
Morning — II
As mist before the sun dissolves
into the waiting air around it, warming
with an evaporating sigh,
so on the weekends the dawn
quietly rolls over and disappears
behind the blissful veil of sleep.
As mist before the sun dissolves
into the waiting air around it, warming
with an evaporating sigh,
so on the weekends the dawn
quietly rolls over and disappears
behind the blissful veil of sleep.
