Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Golden Mornings (Day 23 of 30)

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Today’s Prompt: Write a poem related to the passing of time or life’s cycles.

 

Golden Mornings

In my childhood during spring

the morning sun’s golden rods

barged past my thin curtains

to awaken sparks of hope

that summer days

inching around the corner

would arrive

FINALLY

no more school

no more homework

no more schedules

time to be unaccountable

 

Today, a month into spring

the morning sun’s golden rods

pointed to my Keurig

an ironic calm in my cup

awaiting one touch

to fill the room 

with the aroma of the day

AHHHH

no clothes to press

no lunch to pack

no desks to wipe

time to pray for our world

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