Freedom of The Morning

A poem

Lens-flare against my glasses
From the early morning sun
My hair a tousled mess
And espresso in my cup

Paper, pen, a list
The day is like a garden
And the freedom of the morning
Almost feels like love

I wrote this on a Saturday morning. It was literally an expression of my current mood at that moment — I had just woken up and was wondering what to write about so I just wrote about what was in front of me. I am definitely a morning person. Happy Monday!

Here’s another poem I’ve written:

Won’t Let That Be True