Sometimes in the wee hours I have a good creative spark. Sometimes I write a spurt of words that swim in my head. And sometimes it's good.
So here I am sharing a piece that I wrote back in December. I hope you like it.
Soon to Wake, Soon to Bed
Are the Sugar Plum Fairies dancing in your head?
Will the Elf on the Shelf be staring at you?
Soon the familiar sound of the four paws will be tip toeing into your room.
The low grumbly sighs will ensue followed by a small whimper
A slight snuggle to awaken you before the foghorn lets loose.
Now you rumble out of bed rubbing the sleep from your eyes
Wishing you had ear plugs to muffle that excited yawp.
Your day beings in the chill of the morning light
The skies pink and purple the fog slowly rising from the valleys
Maybe a little trail of your own breath you see
As Mother Nature rises to greet the day
You also rise to begin your day and leave the slumber for the coming night.
Tick Tock goes the clock
Still have a sweeping hand to make a few more orbits.
Calm are the wee hours
It can be torture
It can be peaceful
It can be productive
But it is mine and sometimes mine alone.
I do not mind this routine
It certainly is a strange one.
But some people are just meant to live a strange life.
Soon to speak as the Sun begins to rise and the birds sing
Tell a story I do, laugh a bit or shed a tear or two.
Slip out quietly into the brisk morning greeted by the pink and purples
Head towards the mountains clearing the mind quieting the brain.
Then it is time to unravel to decompress to forget
And have a sip or two to wash it all away.
Time now to crawl into the cave of my bed warm and cozy
Drifting away to the quiet of the neighborhood
As the new day begins to tell her story
I begin to drift away to dream of wonderful things
While the birds lull me to sleep.
