Morning Again

[PrttyBrd]

The black sky turns navy, turns blueIt is tomorrowToday is yesterdayYet it does not feel in the pastStill fresh, it lingersIt taints the morning with its unanswered questionsWith its thoughts weighing heavily in the airIt is hard to breatheBarely notice the rising sunRoosters crow in the distanceCold permeates the roomSeeping through the walls,Like the ghost of ChristmasChilled and AgedNot as fine as wineYet more than sour grapesMay the heavy head be cleared with the fog