tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Hour Of Not Quite Day

The Hour Of Not Quite Day


Cold summer morning - just that little chill
that makes you move your shoulder blades and pull
your clothes a little tighter. This day will
be hot and perfect, there will be the full
fierce impact of the sun upon your head,
and you will shade your eyes and stare at all
this day's exuberance and wish instead
you could stay in the shade below the wall.
This very moment time, as yet, stands still,
and space and distance, tangible and plain,
are lightly travelled; soon the minutes spill
into the stride of morning to regain
their bustle but this instant is to me
like youth's first promise - cold, and clear, and free.

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