Morning Meditation

playing with word sounds

Morning glooms with dully glowing moon.
Unknowingly we’ll soon resume
our moaning, mourning drone of doom,
and pour our flooding sorrows through the door.
Implore our sore tomorrows 
to afford us more.
But long before our mumbled murmurs 
rumble forth--
A churning yearning worms its way inside--
And strives to find a brighter light,
Alive and vibrant,
lying dormant. 
Rise!
Childlike with spry beguiling smiles,
amplified by wildflowers
thriving, multiplying, all the while.
While, inside, we’re warm and fine,
so why not shine and look alive,
revitalized by the time 
the light arrives.