A whisper of breeze comes tickling in through the window
lifting the curtain ever so slightly
and allowing a small shaft of sunlight to trickle in.
It caresses your cheek so intimately
as you lie in blissful slumber
that I am jealous
and long to fly back to your side.
But the hour is late
and I am later still.

With one last parting glance
I throw a kiss your way.

Pity my aim is so poor.






Day Six:ย Aubade

Todayโ€™s prompt springs from the form known as the aubade.
These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak.
Many aubades take the form of loversโ€™ morning farewells.

๐Ÿ™‚ ย This short aubade has a little twist at the end.