One Morning

A single clear trumpet sounds
prominently over
The bass of a bull frog chorus.
Waylaid against a hurried fog,
A blurry-eyed dawn is late today
To paint with her pale pink blush.
She moves quickly into early blue
As bright clouds settle in to stay,
Chilling the beginnings of morning.
Suddenly, she is nervous
Moving without rhythm
Unfocused and discouraged.
Light blue skies changed
To gloomy and overcast
Chasing her with demons.
Hummingbird heartbeats
Beat breathlessly against
The failure of her movement.
She is disillusioned
Trapped behind the skies
For the sake of one decision.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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