Hazy Dreams
I'd rather to be camping than heading home to bed
Hazy morning highway,
A headlight caravan
Is drifting from the hilltop:
Processional unplanned.
The summer sun is rising
A special kind of light,
A suited sort to coffee brewed
On coals left from last night.
I'd rather to be camping
Than heading home to bed,
I'd rather to be taking in
The morning things unsaid.
I'd rather have the dew fresh,
The skin that feels not quite,
I'd rather wake to hear you up
And see you just outside.
I'd rather to see first thing
The way you squint your eyes,
The hair untamed this early,
The grumble, grumble… *sigh*
The backdrop could be mountains,
Could be forests, pristine lakes...
Still of all the views each morning
Only one my breath would take.
About the Creator
Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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