Dreams are for the Morning – a poem by Carolyn Oulton

Dreams are for the Morning

Another night twisted into my skin.
Heat fits to the window
like a sheet of steel.
Pillows a miasma,
covers swamp and ooze.

Until water threads the gutters,
and in letting go scatters morning
unexpected as the drift of coffee
through the kitchen. God
walks slowly on the grass.

Carolyn Oulton has been published in magazines including Acumen,Artemis, Envoi, The Frogmore Papers, from the edge, Ink Sweat & Tears,Nine Muses, Orbis, The Poetry Village,The Moth and Seventh Quarry. Her most recent collection Accidental Fruit is published by Worple Press. Her website is at carolynoulton.co.uk