Lady
Morning
Wears
A
Chemise
Of
Grey,
Sleepy
From
A
Busy
Yesterday.
The
Sun
Is
Reluctant
To
Rise
Into
Such
Forbidding
Skies,
And
Trees
Huddle
In
The
Park,
Unable
To
Shake
Off
The
Dark.
I drive
On,
With
Some
Where
To
Go,
Hoping
As
I climb
Higher
That
It
Doesn’t
Snow.