SPIRE

When dawn arises from the midnight of my dreams

My eyes flicker open and I stretch with a wide yawn

The fleeting void of the night has vanished it seems

And with the arching of my back all slumber is gone.

Shuffling toward the aroma of morning's fresh brew

I'm revived and looking forward to the unfolding

Cloudless day of bright sun in the sky of azure blue

And I'm seeing the glories of nature unfolding.

I bask in this early morning contemplation

Marveling at the many faceted prisms of my mind

With thoughts spiraling to the most lofty meditation

To realms insatiably evolving I am inclined.

The hour has come to snap out of my ethereal flight

Rein in the thin thread of my thought and my desire

And reluctantly be about the work I early fight

Preferring loftier heights to which I aspire

And when duties' done I may acquire

A higher spire.

© Mel Patterson, 11-17-11