A.M. Ream Poetry · Poetry



It’s the soft morning light

that filters through the blinds,

slowing bringing me

out of slumber,

not the blinding sun

that beats down

mercilessly on me

in the hostile heat

of the outdoors.

Your love warms my soul

and surrounds me

with a golden glow,

its steady presence

just as comforting

as your touch.


–April 17, 2016