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