#CurtainsAtDawn
The warm, gentle hands
Of an atomic tangerine sky
Peek shyly around my curtains;
A timid, innocent invitation to join
The choir of life rehearsing boisterously
Just outside my window.

I frown at the questing light.
I have once again awoken
Before my alarm,
And know that any effort to
Return to the land of nod
Is pointless.

Light-hearted, vibrato birdsong
Filters through the glass,
And I feel my grumpiness
Waver just the tiniest bit.
I quickly smother my smile, ...