Lament to Early Morning

by Kristina Woodhill

Lying on my side
blanketed with warmth,
snowy sheets beneath my curves,
my bumps softened, winter padding
able to absorb
your mountain climbing paws,
soft rumbling attempts to avalanche me,
my eyes shut tight, caves for bears,
your leaps from hip to calf peaks
determined to find
the trail to the early morning
can opener


Posted on 02/26/2020
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/26/20 at 06:52 PM

A lament I can easily relate to, Kristina. Excellent allegory!

Posted by Brian Francis on 03/01/20 at 01:33 PM

This is such a comfortable poem. Fighting to stay in sleep mode. For me it is birds. I become a perch for a flock of parrots. I so enjoyed your work.

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