Draft Saturday allows The Grownish Writer Team to show off some of their favourite pieces from the writing or show off a new emerging writer who emailed us one of their stories. Poems, paintings, etc. It is anything they want to show off to the public. This week we are showing off one of the many draft poems from our Editor's upcoming poetry collection, 3 AM Thoughts.
Sleepy Dawn
It’s dawn,
The clouds are composing music
In the form of colours
Pinks, yellows, oranges and reds
Erupting through the sky
It’s cold,
The winter winds are dancing
Through the open window, dammit
He must have opened it
Now I am frozen
Lo-fi tunes,
Are playing around the room
I’m humming lyricless melodies again
He is trying to create lyrics
It’s not working out
Steaming coffee,
Lays before me, taunting me
I have to wait for him
To finish showering, hurry up
We always indulge together
Mentally preparing,
For the long day ahead
He walks out, kissing me
Grabbing the turquoise mug’s handle
Our sleepy dawn ends
Awaiting Sunshine,
The last moments of peace
By Alecia Gallant
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