Cobbling Together a Morning

-Stumbling through morning’s mind, late October, it’s still dark when I get up.
-Eventually a blue glow begins to gather about the blinds and drapes.
-I’m doing my best, drinking a mug of early coffee and reading.
-The light does lift but cloud cover collects the rays before they can drop into my living room.
-As the morning evolves, I put on some tempeh and rice. I have some tea and I write some.
-I’m working my way through this grey morning. Yesterday, I got my mended guitar back and falling leaves glimmered in the autumn sky . . . The thought comes, How do I lift my head to today’s grace?

(October 30, 2025)