Dear early morning freshness
That sweeps past me as I rush to class,
Trying to slow time,
But it never ceases to pass.
It’s some comfort to know I won’t be the last,
Just one of many
Always in a hurry
Living a life that only grows more fleeting and fast.
I do so enjoy when you visit my dreams,
Mind you, not when you break them up
By their delicate faerie-winged seams.
Oh, early morning freshness
That I never greet as an equal,
Why do I feel better and more myself when you leave?
When in the day can I just watch you be?
But, enough of silly questions
When the answers are in your name.
Your failing to greet me
Will no longer bring me shame.
You see, holidays are a wonderful thing
Even if they’re meant for studying.
Goodbye, early morning freshness,
I’ve found another oxymoron.
Hello, study holidays,
Let’s have some fun.