I awake from sleep
And start my day
With tea.
I feel the life within me
Flowing strong
I will be
Just me
Ere I find sleep
Again.
Sometimes I weep
But the wood
Is full of birdsong.
I will walk there again
For I am half in love
And I do not have long
Ere sleep finally takes me
To beyond birdsong,
Love and sleep
I open my window
And listen to bird calls
As rain falls
To the garden below.
This is the timeless time
Of nature’s passing rhyme.
But work calls
And I must go.
Yet the fall
Of the rain
And the bird’s call
Remain
I know a young lady named Marr
Who is writing a most scandalous memoir.
She has just turned 22
And has already been through
Countless ripped dresses and tonight’s torn bra …
The cold takes my breath.
I kick a branch away
And think of death.
Winter will not stay.
The wind through branches sighs
Then dies away.
And I will lie
As that bough
Lies now
While birds sing
In spring.
When the vicar’s daughter named Miss Lee
Said, “life is merely a tragic comedy!”
And she danced quite nude,
Which the congregation found rude!
I made her a nice cup of tea!
K Morris - Poet 