Early Morning Read for Study Attempt

Harwin Street silk
brushes my chin as I
pull the covers over
my shoulders and I

sink

into my own warmth.

I
fall
for
the words.

Perhaps inspiration
will find me if I
spend enough time
gazing at their cadence
and measure.


I am lulled by them.

I trip
into the crevice between
the labour of the pages and
I am lost to the story.





©Michelle Scofield All Rights Reserved January 6, 2011