Since I retired and as I get older, I find I need less sleep. I frequently wake around three, four or five o’clock, unable to return to the dark cocoon that enveloped me so cosily when I was younger. When the cats chirrup from the bedroom door, I no longer turn over and burrow back under the duvet, but slide out of bed, ready to start a new day.
Back when we had Jasper, our dog, with whom I always walked before work, it was a struggle to get up and motivated but, after a cup of tea and a few slices of toast, bundled up in waterproof jacket, hat, scarf and wellington boots, autumn and winter walks were no chore. We’d stroll up the road and down the lane, exhaling clouds and watching wildlife scurry into the hedgerow as we approached. We’d greet the horses in their paddock, chase fallen leaves and marvel at frosted cobwebs adorning bare branches.
nature has woken
sun bleeds through creases in clouds
warmth of crumpled sheets
Kim M. Russell, 3rd September 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Good Morning!
Mish is our host for this Monday’s haibun and the theme she’s chosen for the prompt is ‘morning’. She says we could describe a morning routine, a special morning memory, an early morning walk or a glorious sunrise. The birds may be singing praises to a clear, blue sky or the fog may have set in. As we all know, not all mornings are wonderful. She has also given as inspiration a piece by Frank J. Tassone, which was originally posted as a response to a MTB prompt in January.