My day wakes early

My day wakes early

near the sound of birds

and the yawns of babies

a walk near the ocean

met with swimming in a lake

we live like Romans do

in the height of suburbia

sleep between crashing oceans

the silence of a loved accomplice

critters in a full lit night

where we may own the stars

small work

getting ready in the evenings

owning up to books

our surroundings of

interpreted happiness

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One thought on “My day wakes early

  1. Hi Kellie – I just stumbled across your site and poetry – I see we share a common interest in travel, hiking and words. Your poetry is so beautifully crafted – it makes me feel rested just to read it. Best wishes from Oz, Julie (50wordsfor50countries.com)

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