The purple creeps
up from blackened trees,
turning into the hazed, then suddenly gilded flashbulb of dawn.
I should still sleep
under heavy duvets,
turning thoughts from daytime images, into panoramic dreams.
But rest did not keep
me overlong , as it is wont to do,
turning my slumber into a grey -tinged negative.
Of photos yet developed.
R. Jeanette Woods ~ February 2