by Ann Privateer
It’s a cold, rainy morning I’m still in bed praying For this day, this moment To simply be me Not listless, revived By the blue sky after rain By tree limbs crisscrossing To cut across and through And tiny birds chirping Life is good I’ll get up and face Another day.
Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. She grew up in the Midwest and now resides in California. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.