Winter Morning

Leaves wave from the almost bare branches,
and though I am barely awake,
I am through with the day already.
The sky is a grey grimace,
glowering down at me,
giving attitude that I don’t deserve,
because we’re both getting going on a day that doesn’t promise us much.

One response to “Winter Morning”

  1. This poem sounds like what Monday’s should sound like. Good poem

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