A half-mooned sunrise

Peeks slowly over the trees

Promise of the day ahead

In a stealthy secret breeze

Silver and gold transfix the sky

Atmospheric moment between two minds

Stable or kinetic?

Slumber or frenetic?

Suggest to sleep in or should I Carpe diem?

Covers call in early cold

Barefoot steps to coffee bold

Writing helps or so I’m told

But I gotta move before I’m too old

So, the list writ and grows

Of to-do’s and ta-dah’s

Achievements to confidence sows

Seeds of a life

Step by weary schlep

Cross one off

Move on to the next

Till worn and vexed

Till sun is but a glimmer

And mercury-moon begins to shimmer

My eyes, tired and dimmer

Thus the covers @ day’s end are declared the winner.