It is dark still when we awake
just the tip of sunrise in the eastern sky
hard to rouse them
from the warm cocoon of sleep
wrapped in compelling dreams
and the safe insulation of unconsciousness
it is dark still as they rise
mind and bodies struggle to the surface
the lightening sky in the east makes an urgent invitation
morning ablutions done barely done
then out the door
down out street braced against the
icy atlantic wind
they say we are expecting a nor'easter
down our street, the wind at their backs
it is light
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i like the opposing elements of this poem--the warmth and the cold, the darkness and the light. throughout the poem, your characters seem protected from the harsher elements that surround them. something about this makes it feel good to read.
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