Didn't need an alarm this bright morning
As birds chatter and quarrel in the trees
Peek out the curtain, no sign of a breeze
Rained last week but the bright sun's now shining
Clouds high in sky, and moon grins like a cheese
Slowly fades from sight now brought to its knees
A grunt beside me, at last wife's waking
I go to the kitchen, jug and cups await
Dog at the door, his tail wags at a rate
He dashes round garden, jug's now singing
Now back in the bedroom your eyes I see
You say "the tea can wait" beckoning me
We both wake up with the dog barking
I stagger to garden door to let him in
Quiet day at home is what I'm thinking
Image found at https://pixabay.com/en/coffee-cup-mug-bedroom-morning-690349/
Sounds perfect to me. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely memories.
ReplyDeletePerfect. I love how the moon tries to hang on--and then, we don't truly need the moon to stay in bed, do we? Lovely!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful. I was there, as I read, a little glimpse of heaven.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a most delightful day. What a nice write.
ReplyDeleteDelightful morning then!
ReplyDeleteLove the peacefulness in it. Sweet too. Just as morning should be.
ReplyDeleteDelightful morning! Your memories are beautiful, Robin.
ReplyDeleteAh cheesy moon! Luv it
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog Robin
Much🔷️☺🔷️love
Such a wonderful scene you paint in this poem, Robin ❤️ A quiet day at home sounds good to me 😊
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely morning — the intimacy and warmth of it made me smile. Also, I really liked the image of the moon brought to its knees. :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a succulent (maybe titillating?) domestic scene!
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