Early Morning

Morning comes

the sun rises red,

I want to stay

at home in bed.

My pillow is soft.

My quilt is warm.

If I stay here

I'll come to no harm.

     Do you have mornings when you'd rather just stay in bed?  When you want to just turn over and go back to sleep?  A poem written about the morning is called an aubade, if it's written about the night, or evening it is called a serenade.  Can you write your own poem about the morning--your aubade?   Make it fun.