Sunday morning

Sunday morning,

a crow calls

as I crawl from bed.

Knowing

Knowing

I should be out of bed,

I hit the snooze bar again.

 

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Reading in bed

After midnight,

I put myself to bed

with a good book. 

*** 

Nearly dawn,

I wake with my book

in my face.

Safe in bed

Safe in bed,

I wonder why the crickets

have suddenly hushed…

Climbing into bed

Climbing into bed

at the end of a long day –

why’d I ever leave?

I wake up and Getting back in bed

I wake up

from colorful dreams

to another gray morning…

***

Getting back in bed

as I make it – so much
for an early start!

In the dark

In the dark
above the bed, Buddha
has a halo of stars.