John F. Masare
jfmasare@yahoo.com |
Dewdrops
I stare out my dusty window
At the ghostly grass below
Eager enough, it seems, to grow
Others just as eager to mow
Soon I stand beside the lawn
Glimmering before true dawn
Stifling an awkward yawn
Dewdrops will soon be gone
Ah - this lovely field of dew
If only those bright pearls knew
What the morning sun would do
If only those ones knew....
But precious all the same
Brevity of life was no shame
The fiery dawn is here
Images are sharper - clear
Someone's by the back door
Where I stood moments before
Wanting to call out my name
Afraid of early morning blame
I turn to face the dawning day
Wishing that someone would go away
Stifling another yawn
Dewdrops will soon be gone. |
