WritersIsland-prompt-Whimsy

[ezekielsdaughter]

Weekday Whimsy

I know where Sunday ends and Monday begins.
I see it on the first workday morning when
midnight is a down coverlet twisted around the trunks of neighborhood trees.
Two doors down, the tallest cypress is like my six foot one father.
Already, his beard of Spanish moss is full of
sunlight, thin as wedding lace
in the gray morning.


http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2010/09/25/prompt-22-for-2010-whimsy/