Sometimes sleep

is hard

to surrender.

Though birds twitter

Lingering night chill

Makes covers

still welcome

I pull them closer.

Sometimes sleep is hard

to surrender.

At the break of a day

when silken

cobwebs of dreams yet entwine

around my head

Lighter than air.

Sometimes sleep is hard to surrender.

Earth-bound day feet

a weighty trade

for night ‘s wings,

But gossamer visions soon fog

Sweat beads at my neck

At the drum of Herb’s shower

I arise.