Waking Hours
Pastel hues filled the morning light
I breathe telling my body to move
Stretching I feel each joint tighten in refusal
An involuntary groan escapes my weathered lips
I rise from my bed of vexed contemplations
Blinking my way into the shower
I stand to attention waiting to feel
Hot jets massage my spine
It feels good to feel a sense of touch
Coffee in hand I sit at my desk
Pondering the day ahead it’s so new
My diary page glares blank and clean
A little voice says you have things to do
You’re just lazy don’t just sit there move
Thoughts pace my mind like a caged animal
Hunting the weak sniffing for fear
I sigh and ponder more sleep feeling so weak
Emptiness bounces in a monotonous thud
A voice argues no you useless sack get up
Yes, I know I almost reply aloud then I feel a tap on my thigh
Looking down into velvet eyes my dogs stare at me
Yes, someone needs me I mumble their tails wagging high
I talk a while and my dogs listen intently not moving an inch
My furry friends continue their quest to escape
Sensing surrender, barking erupts their calm state
Their bodies pulsate with enthusiasm and spin
My thoughts evade me insisting I give in
The seduction of sadness begins shrouding my soul
The barking continues I resign my fate
You both win now let’s go escape
Rising our legs stampede to the door
There’s so much to see and explore
Autumn leaves crisp and we stumble along
As we forge a path to find the sun
Sadness hovers threatening to cloud my day
Suddenly a rabbit hops by and my dogs bound away
I stop a moment and soak up the sights
A sea of flowers the yellow so bright
My heart vibrates with the pain of such beauty to see
The darkness withdraws and my heart soars and I’m free
Shine a light. This was beautiful in prose and in photos. Well done!
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