Early morning on the farm.
You are still asleep.
I have been watching you
while making brekkie,
using re-cycled
paper dishes and
plastic forks.
As not to cut your dream.
Rooster wants to be heard,
our cows are restlessly talking.
Fog was made
for the mind.
Coffee's hot.
You open your eyes:
MY sun has just risen!
And - you'll be wearing
a nightie of eternity.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (1)

what great imagery and flow!