In the Gray

 

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.

Thanks for stopping by to read.

 

Nice and hot,

And mostly white,

You chase away 

The shades of night,

And bitterly,

Replace my fear

With some more cheerful

Atmosphere.

 

You wet my whistle,

Whet my stone,

And sharpen 

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. 

For a taste of another elixir, try Eiswein.