When morning withdraws
its saber from the moon’s heart,
wild things stir to drink the blood
of dreams, to taste hope in its innocence.
In the ethereal unrest of rising - visions
swim the edge of alarm clock’s routine
playing tug of war with alert and sleep’s siren.
Cautiously plans shape-shift from vague
into clarity…The stag leaps from the calendar
erasing familiar with the urgency of change.
Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #24 ©Susie Clevenger 2020
©Susie Clevenger 2020