Tucked into Time
A wealth of roosters
bell their red exuberance
and trumpet wind music
into June dawn.
I’m tucked into time
like a hanky in a pocket,
like a baby
in a cradle.
The clouds a comfy quilt of sky.
My earthy days
cozy as staying abed
during morning rain.
But one day soon
I’ll fling those covers back!
I’ll sit up quick and tall–
and gladly wakened.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
What a photo of your environment! It doesn’t look real.