Mondays are just young Fridays

The morn does not
simply come along.
You arrive
into the day,
thoughts emerging
in drowsy confusion.
Every day,
each moment
is different, but
begins with you.
Wherever you are,
do not rush the feelings.
Morning.
You have arrived.
Make this day,
this beginning,
all it can be.
04/02/2018                                       j.g.l.

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
Take a poem to lunch

New poetry
every day
all month long

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