Morning On The Mountain Poem by sharon wildey

This morning on the mountain as I stood anxiously waiting for the morning to make her appearance, I realized that she is just unpredictable. One day she burst onto the scene with colors blazing. The next she is naughty and seductive. Sometime angry and sometimes lazy. Often she....well you get the picture. Oh Mother Morning, can't you just grow up, put on the uniform, be consistent, precise, on time and responsible Really just being responsible would help.. Why all these surprises? Every day we await your presence with trepidation. Such drama....people don't like drama. I suppose you know that