A night of poor sleep
Dawn without mercy moving
Relentless motion
poetry, prose, and photography
Beautiful words
Embrace my mind
Yet life demands
My attention
It is morning, I guess,
Bringing me wakefulness
Vigorously unwanted
Far too recently did I dive in
Seeking eight hours of rest
Obscenely cut short
By my restless mind

This rainy darkness
The sun has not yet risen
Pursue excellence
There’s so much to accomplish early in the day. Before others are awake and the manic vigor rages forth. I love this time of day, when potential feels unlimited. When I’m bounded solely by my ambition.
What’s your favorite time of day?
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea