In the blue-grey silence of morning We fold the blankets back Fluff the pillows Wash our faces Listen to the coffee brewing Warm caffeine scent wafting Stare out frosty windows and wonder
Peel an orange The light across the wood is warmer now Time imperceptibly moves A cat wanting not to be seen Behind the door all is still Sun bursts over porcelain snow Strawflower gold blends with milky blue
When sleeping we by night Are the same precious souls As moving smiling acrobats by day The curtain rises with the sun And we perform our act for all the world Work and sweat are tallied day by day Ringmasters frown or grin to show our worth
And yet the glorious solitude of morn When slow and cotton-headed we descend Smiles while we - cherished and adored Put on our worth with sighs or groans Not knowing we were captivating while we slept Equally sweet with clean slate and warm cup As sailing through the air to wild applause.
I have been a teacher, but have recently left the classroom. I’m also a mother to two fairly grown young adults and a wife to Dylan. I enjoy literature, especially the classics, anything Ireland or Nova Scotia, love archaeology, philosophy, humor, and music. Stories, real and imagined, are a lifelong delight.
Stories for Humans 