Morning Glory, 3AM
The night is still too warm, North of twenty –
Far too warm to sleep,
And through my open window, all the scents
Are on the rise.
The Moon is full enough, the curtains open,
Birds are yet to peep,
So I slip-on a tee-shirt, vaguely hoping
I can catch a prize.
In the kitchen, dregs of last night’s wine
Are worth a swig,
Then out into the garden, free of sunshine –
Less oppressing…
A hawkmoth buzzes audibly around the trumpets –
Wow, it’s big…
Now this is how Summer should be – less a slump,
And more a blessing.
Rhyming Couplets 