Grateful Morning

Her eyes open, and the world awakes to meet her,
The sun through curtain’s spaces illuminate her silken hair.
As she lifts her head to turn and see the light,
Envied pillow rises missing softer cheek.
    Unassuming chin, conductor of whatever crowd she joins, follows the perfect pitch of her haunting grey eyes.
    Eyes that will turn to innocence by dinner, and to schema I can only imagine by night.

I am captivated anew at every movement, every subtlety.
She rises sleekly to stretch and soak the limited light from the room.

I would breathe now,

If I could

Comments

[Carla Graham]

Beautiful, especially the last two lines.

[Anne Henry]

Yummy! What happened to the gray eyed girl?

[Shelia Lyon]

Love it.