The Weekend Mornings

Lately,  I have been writing a lot of poetry for one of my classes, and so I decided to write about my weekend mornings. Of course, the poem isn't finished because I'll need to revise it some more but here it is.

The Morning Sun

By: Taylor Morrill

slowly moving sun

brought sluggish bodies

cuddling closer

seeping warmth into skin

we rouse from deep slumber

touch and smooth covers

curl further into blankets

wrap over our heads

whispering softly

a wide grin rolls into hushed laughter

morning unhurriedly comes

stomachs lurch in hunger

nourishment postponed, for now

breath flows from one to the other

joy languidly overcomes me

your arms envelop me 

linger within the cocoon

sunlight pours through curtains

reminding us of the coming day

and the impending tasks ahead 

Yep, the mornings are the best part of my day, well, at least during the weekend. I admit that I truly love being lazy.