Not Awake on Blustery Days

Groggy old morning,

Why do you stare into my eyes?

I am not awake and yet,

Here you are.

You yank me from sleep,

Expecting me to take on

The blustery day.

But still within a dream,

I can't hear your maundering.

Speak louder to me, dear.

Your words have not reached

The point where I can process them.

You lecture without sound to me

And I laugh through the late morning.

I still am not awake.