Wake up.
Stretch.
Yawn.
Talk yourself in and out of the snooze button and
Throw off the covers.
The sun isn't up yet,
Isn't shining,
But still there is promise.
Make breakfast--
A bowl of oatmeal--
A little bland, sure,
But what could you reasonably expect
From wet, hot oats?
Coffee to sharpen my mind,
To wake me up, or at least begin to.
One cup is more like a nudge anymore,
But it’s a start.
I walk out into the crisp Autumn morning and take a deep breath,
Drink in the crimsons and goldenrods and the pollen and the cool
And remind myself
That there is so much life around me.
So much life.
"Wake Up" by Becca Leap