Warmth
The days warm wraps itself...
Secure in this heat---
Cozy and at ease-in the sun...
But my yawn betrays me--
As sleep is beckoning me...
As my eyelids droop--
Halfway over my green...
Wanting to shut completely;
My head bobs-quickly abrupt--
And for a second i sleep;
Back awake immediately-on alert...
Wide-eyed but not bushy tailed! ! !
Not wanting to miss--
The days tender kiss...
From the Sun--
Before day is done;
The warm engulfs me once again--
Like a comforter...
Or patchwork quilt...
Oft' used in the Winter;
It is here...
I finallly succumb...
To the sun;
For: The Cats In The Cradle
August,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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