shadows become things
as light is birthed in slow
gray pangs throughout our room.
your chestnut mane is
spread across your pillow
like flowers and in the
retreating dark, your
toes find mine. awake.
in the sweet stillness
before morning.
shadows become things
as light is birthed in slow
gray pangs throughout our room.
your chestnut mane is
spread across your pillow
like flowers and in the
retreating dark, your
toes find mine. awake.
in the sweet stillness
before morning.
Southern Musings 
Lovely snapshot of those moments before arising for the day.
*smile*
Morning footsie?
M.L.
P.S.
This chased a few shadows away for me – thanks.
the best kind. 😉
aw, very nice snapshot. my favorite time of day.