September Morn

Sun no longer wakes me, Just faint light of a new day. Electric light needed, but still Housecoat of summer Cotton suffices. First snirkle of brewing coffee, Brain directed on day’s agenda, While warm cascade flows over lathered head. Hot washcloth springs soul to remember “Good morning, God!” Toothbrush, too, pushes aside slumber. Mug in…

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