Cold dark mornings: a poem

I hate to get up in the morning

when the sun is still in bed.

I’ll spend the whole day yawning

with a fuzzy aching head.

Outside it’s cold and dark and wet,

not tempting in the slightest.

I haven’t properly woken up yet,

my thoughts are not the brightest.

I could do with a little more sunshine

to put my mind in gear,

or else I’ll be shuffling like a zombie

every morning until Spring next year.

 


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6 responses to “Cold dark mornings: a poem”

  1. babbageandsweetcorn avatar

    Love this! So true 😌

    1. nsford avatar
      nsford

      Thanks, ha ha 🙂

  2. Callum McLaughlin avatar

    Very relatable! 😋

    1. nsford avatar
      nsford

      Indeed yes 😉

  3. (Kitty) Cat Strawberry - Meow! avatar

    I love this! 😀 😀 This is such a good poem and is perfect with how I feel about cold dark mornings. It’s so annoying there’s been so much cloud lately too.

    1. nsford avatar
      nsford

      Thanks! 🙂
      It was an inspired moment.

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