It is 3 am
Once again sleep evades me
Writing is the cure

Too much white to write
Ideas float in my head
Laptop goes to sleep

Staring thru the glass
Reflections are all I see
Outside the world sleeps

Curled up on the couch
Warm blankets and a good book
Sleep slowly surrounds

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drat!
Head drumming to the cadence
No sleep when taps leak

Sawing logs loudly
The slumbering giant snores
Will anyone sleep?

Underneath the snow
Wrapped in a blanket of white
Springtime sleeps for now

Sunbeams on the sill
Ginger cat bakes joyously
Green eyes close in sleep


Inspired by the prompt at