Human burrito

Blanket tortilla, snuggle

Down for a cold night. 

Blushing sky, softly

Fades to dark. A sliver of

cresent moon glows bright.

So attached, to this

Smudged, dirty screen. A funnel

into narrowness

Light in short supply

Too often shrouded in fog 

Strong desire for sleep 

Day is night, black is

White, and up is down. New World?

No, just April Fools.

Like a sweet lamb

March is ready to sleep, and

I must sneeze and sneeze

 

Early morning dark, 

Still, birds busy chirping, sounds

Of waking, soft, distant. 

So much white, too bright.

The fog encapsulates, we

Are buried by light.

A dark world today

Oppressive, simmering  just

Beneath the surface

Clear sunny days. Fresh

Green buds, soft petals, light breezes.

A prelude to heat.