A wake-up call
Leaves tap
tapping on my window
Each leaf
played by soft breezes
Waking me at
morning light
In a gentle
way that pleases
Waves lap
lapping on the shoreline
Just as
consciousness returns
Wakefulness
from deep within
Though for
sleep my mind still yearns
Wings flap
flapping ‘round my bedroom
A window’s
opened on the morn
In frenzied
haste these wings are chased
By light as
the day is born
Who’s rap
rapping on my door now
I’m not
ready for the day
I know what
I said last evening
But please
just go away
It can’t be
time, it’s early yet
It hurts to
raise my head
I’ll be
there soon, yes – before noon
But for now
I need my bed
Stop that
bang, bang, banging
That’s
enough, I’m giving in
Just stop
that noise, give me some peace
I’ll be there, alright, you win
We stopped
in a guest house / hotel for a week and there were mature trees and a large
palm tree right outside the window, see image. Gave me the idea and inspiration for this
poem.
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