Sleep is death everyday
And dreams, the after life.
Morning wakes Lazarus
Into a very moist terminus.
The birds call out stops,
Jetting in over roof tops.
The sun arrives from the east,
In its twelve hourly haste.
Wingless termites each pair,
From glassy littered floors appear.
Lizards leave damp cracks
Amidst frogs’ conducted croaks.
Each awakes as another
To catch the day younger.
The wet early mood hurried;
For surely last night it rained.
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Nice poem. Perfect time to read in India as rainy season is going on. KEEP UP YOUR WORK.
Really!? It is the raining season here in Nigeria too, hence my ‘interest’ in rain….
Thanks for you nice words
“each awakes another, to catch the day younger,” beautifully written.
Thanks…. Glad you appreciate it