Outside, civil servants earn their keep keeping America beautiful <br />and reminding me of matters left undone <br /> <br />The rain softly applauds the accomplishment of my waking <br />and is largely to blame for it <br /> <br />Coffee’s call drifts in like fog, wrestling <br />with the sheets for my attention <br /> <br />The baby stirs, immediately <br />winning out over both <br /> <br />It is not yet seven thirty <br />and already the day looks promising<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressions-of-morning/
