morning

Even here in the desert

The morning’s cool hangs full

And out there in the sagebrush

Is possibility.

 

The night has finally ended

And the sun come round again

Perhaps this day will differ

From all the others.

 

Someone has a rooster

Down the road a ways

It always feels the need to sing

Or so I tell myself.

 

But with the gentle morning

Comes another chance

And all that went before

May not come again.

9 thoughts on “morning

  1. Never been to a desert before, loved the amusing detail of the rooster and your thoughts of its singing =)…makes your piece that much more real and personal. Last stanza is just beautifully deep. Take care, Que

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