There is a scratching at the door.
Nature is clamoring.
There is a foot upon the floor.
Morning is stumbling.
Toward the rising light.
Stay in bed.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Aubade
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There is a scratching at the door.
Nature is clamoring.
There is a foot upon the floor.
Morning is stumbling.
Toward the rising light.
Stay in bed.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Aubade
I love this poem. The line breaks work so well.