The morning is a warm host
Not so often are we blessed by its embrace
Cold air enveloping...soothing
Ushering us to the first light of the day
A process gradual and patient
Now I stand in its midst
Savouring the voices of the early creatures
Soon it will be sun
And those humans will be up again
To kick me out of my morning dream.
©Emeka Okereke. Lagos, 09/01/2011
Monday 17 January 2011
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