corona poems: morning reflections

hello everyone! i hope you have been able to do something for yourself. here is the second installment of my corona poem & reflection series. enjoy!

morning reflections

I wake up to a sliver of blue

The fine opening between the window frame and the blind.

Inside: the morning light has not yet seeped into the room,

the atmosphere is still quiet,

dark.

Outside: a vibrant blue sky slaps your face,

the sun is up - full of energy -

but you are struck by one peculiar sighting:

in the middle - a naked sky, no

clouds in sight -

is the moon

a bright white moon

like a toenail. Perfectly contoured as if it had been stamped onto a blue patch. 

I smile.

How beautiful it is.

A bright blue sky with a bright white moon. 

A saturated blue, dusky white.

 

I smile

& slowly I let myself seep into the covers.