The sunrise paints me
in a half-sleep, unprepared
for the daylight's touch.
Birdsong filters in,
a comforting welcome that
coaxes me to rise.
A meditation
and a few words on a page
bring my mind to life.
Rays caress my cheek.
The world comes alive once more,
Swept by orange waves.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
