[WayzataJOHNN]

Between Dark and Dawn

That moment,
just before the clock rattles it chimes,
shattering the dawn with responsibilities,
is the best of times.

Warm, snug,
under embracing covers, like old friends,
your head cradled by a thoughtful pillow,
dreaming of what fate does send.

Weary and spent,
you and sleep, like verses in a rhyme,
share time and find common destinies,
the experience quite sublime.

Hiding from day’s tug,
upon the covers and our mind,
we snuggle deeper in the comforter,
seeking just a moment more with sleep to bind.

[Soaring Feather]

Between Dark and Dawn

Exquisite poem. A keeper for sure.

I am loving your approach to writing these days.

Beginning with -That moment, then jumping to the next line, stirs interest and immediate anticipation of what will follow.