Thursday, April 9, 2015

Sleep Before Midnight

Sleep before Midnight
by Joan Reese

Hot chamomile tea, sipped from rose colored porcelain cup
Quiets my nerves, ensuring a deep sleep.

Rain drops beat windowpane like a steel drum.
Lighting cracks, slicing open my unconscious.

Departed souls wordless influence;
Their presence feels like Florida august sun.

My Egyptian cotton sheets scented with Channel No. 5
Holds a treasure trove of dreams.

Woke up and found a poem on my pillow,
The color of lake mist rising.

Wrapped the poem around me like a thick down comforter,
Strengthening me for the daily race…