ready to spill from my fingers.
Not today. Good grief!
I'm driving over to Couer d'Alene
to meet with a group of writers,
about an hour east,
right into the sun before
the commute begins.
I don't know these writers,
but my satchel is ready,
for there's something about mornings,
each day a new beginning,
a promise to slap over the roars
of yesteryear. I did survive a certain childhood,
night terrors notwithstanding,
I do have, as Virginia Woolf wrote,
finally, a room of my own,
an office cluttered with projects.
It is a good morning.
May it be so for you -- sweet
dreamer of dreams and maker of nests,
as you sleep late.
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"Morning" by Stròlic Furlàn - Davide Gabino on Flickr
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Check out the Blogging A to Z Challenge and see what others have written on this month-long writ-a-thon. Many plan out what they will write around a theme. Mine are (surprise) morning thoughts. Tomorrow's challenge? Aha! "H".
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