Bluebells
The blue bells come ringing at the door as I pour my brain into a cup add milk, and await the awakening The blue bells come ringing at the door while I take my morning scroll, the cacophony of nothingness ticking like Poe’s heart The blue bells come ringing at the door a welcome reprieve from the screaming blank page The blue bells come ringing at the door beckoning me to the squeaky patio tolling patiently until I lower my aching body onto the swing The blue bells come ringing at the door demanding I listen to the birds in the space between night and day The blue bells ring The blue birds sing The blue sky soars The blue moon snores The blue bells come ringing at the door I share my coffee as we sip and savor the flavor of amber dawn
Gorgeous!