The Daily Show

Butterfly wings lightly flutter across my lashes.  Furtively peeking around our bedroom curtains.  Whispering me awake and then blushing the sky over her brazenness.  Lightening the mood as she lifts me out of my gilded slumbers.


Some mornings she arrives fully robed, shades drawn.  No show to speak of; total washout.  Other mornings she comes naked as a newborn.  All flash and there you have it!  But when she dances with many veils, wow, what a show!


Here comes the sun

mockingbird’s, not beetle’s song

burlesque dancer, dawn.


dVerse: Poet’s Pub

Haibun Monday #15 All Things Quotidian

Haibun Monday #15 All Things Quotidian

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