#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day4
The morning breeze curls itself
around the nascent morning light
which snuggles in the little spaces
between the dancing leaves.
The remnants of the night gone by
lie scattered around me,
its lingering fragrance
blending with the aroma
of my morning coffee.
My fingers twitch :
words buoy up
through the unclogged channels
of my heart.
There is a buzz within –
the kind that rises,
when a star is about to rise.
I walk back to my room-awakened,
like a bird that’s found its wings.
The ink shall flow, yet again,
to etch another song.
Image : Janine Mueche ( Unsplash)
