Out the small window the tree skeletons posed and stood guard
My heart lifted up as a deer carefully picked his way through my yard
The fan in the bathroom buzzed out all other sound
But a wonderment of the glory of the day in me began to abound

The warm cloth refreshed my face and heightened my senses
Minty Breath and freshly combed hair made my visage fair
New shoes of black and white made dressing less of a Plight
A touch of red lipstick and mascara made me look just right

Now Master Sun has come to Paint the Day
The Michelangelo of the heavens creating a new display
Letting the colors begin soft and pastel, slowly growing bright
Further Exorcising the memory of dark Night

Feeling a kinship with Alice from the story
Because I have gone through my own looking glass from glory to glory
Nostalgia at the one that made me bigger, and the one that made me small
Gladness that one made me do nothing at all

Ready to leave my castle, my humble tower
I sneak into her room and kiss her, still asleep at such an early hour
One more kiss for my husband, snoring, yet handsome and strong
Then off I go to town, noise, cars, work, schedules, and the general throng

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