There is a cost to being a writer and a poet, even average ones like me. At times, whole poems wake you up and beg to be written down before they disappear from your brain.

Last Wednesday’s poem was one of those. This is a short poem to illustrate that experience. It’s a happy annoyance,lol!

Too Early

Too early I awake, with stubborn eyes

Before the time I planned to start my day

A poem in mind that must be written down

Dragged me from the place I longed to lay.

Now at the ready pen, and paper found

My heart lets loose its treasure on the page

So happy am I to be one of them

A sleepy poet woken and amazed.

With love from the Father to you, have a wonderful, poetic, day!

Tina