
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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