Monday, April 23, 2012


Day 23:  Write a morning poem.


Starting the day with the shrill sound of a truck backing up,
I reach over to slap the alarm clock, snuggle deeper under
the covers, and recover from the rude awakening.


  1. I could hear the truck and alarm clock and feel the warmth of my blankets. This is a great poem and probably so true for everyone in the morning. Awesome work! :) Beautiful picture, too. The colors remind me of dawn.

  2. Thank you. 7am just comes way too early on the weekdays! :)

    I took this picture at Angelina's, too. These were on the wall just outside the front doors.