One Of Those Mornings

Should be familiar to most

It’s one of those meddlesome mornings

Can’t seem to make up it’s mind

Doesn’t want to greet the day

Reluctant to leave the dark behind

One minute breezy, The next deathly still

Seems not to know what to do

Be cloudy or clear, be bright or drear

It’s gotta be one of the two!

But the daylight will force it

To make up it’s mind

Will it require an umbrella

Or a hat of some kind?

I’m going to go back to bed 

Until the morning makes up it’s mind

And when it does…

Then I’ll make up mine!

Reviews

[Emmy]

I really like this poem, it made me smile! I feel I know exactly what you were describing, you did a great job conveying it.