
A simple early morning poem, for those of you who like to wake up early. And, for those of you who wake up early, despite your best intentions.
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Nice and hot,
And mostly white,
You chase awayÂ
The shades of night,
And bitterly,
Replace my fear
With some more cheerful
Atmosphere.
You wet my whistle,
Whet my stone,
And sharpenÂ
Faculties, which moan
From long disuse
(Eight hours, at least)
Which long to stretch,
And bend their knees.
This sleepy muff
Around my ears,
You wrest away,
So I can hear.
Distinguish every
waking sound.
Infernal chirping,
All around.
As light above
The skyline lifts,
And Infant Morning
Parts its lips,
To howl and wail
A day my way,
I sip elixir,
In the gray.
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
For another ode to morning, read In the Morning.
For a poem urging people to make some noise, on the quiet morning of September 11, 2001, read To the Enablers.Â
For a taste of another elixir, try Eiswein.
Thanks for making me think of EISWEIN!
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