Clothes strewn on the floor
In careless fashion
The sun already up too long
Shoulders tense and hurting
From night’s weary sleep
cursed the self in the mirror
for not opening the windows wide at dawn
to hear the songbirds singing
Treacherous bed
Still whispering
“it is dark”
“it is winter”
Written by Merle Emrich.
Cover photo by Merle Emrich.