insomnia

the katydids are done
trading accusations
this early morning

it is time for crickets and owls
to sing the small hours

before  first light
teases the atmosphere
from starred black
to stained-glass blue

premonition to another sunrise
I am going to miss
unless I am still awake to meet it

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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18 Responses to insomnia

  1. Seb says:

    This poem is filled with music!

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    those moments are peaceful….although sleep would be peaceful too

    • Sleep? What’s that? Oh–that tricky little thing that wiggles away from me lately? Well, if it brings me lines like these occasionally, once a week (seems to be the pattern) is okay by me :)

  3. nelle says:

    Love it… love playing with descriptions of things natural.

  4. Deborah Avila says:

    Trading insults! Wonderful imagery!

  5. Suddenly insomnia is not such such a bad thing if it allows one to listen to all the sounds and music of the night creatures! Beautiful one.

  6. Fine use of imagery, Susan.

  7. While others sleep their dreamless sleeps you’re wide awake applauding nature.

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