sky down

3 foggy

he looked across the valley
sun morning
middle winter

sky had dropped
a bed of down
and fluffing

blanket blue
spread above

it’s so hard
to wake
these early hours

he spread his arms
closed his eyes
felt the wind
the sun
kiss
and bathe
his face in balm

his feet
rose
from the ground

drifted
back to bed

the world
and he
could wait a little while

a little longer
today


© Frank Prem, 2017

June 2017 Poem #28: hoary hoary

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