MORNING REGRETS

Bruised morn, newborn
to laboured rain
Lies chaste, reprieved
of last night's pain

Sun, sheepish, peeps
'Twixt dense dark clouds
Halts, loathe to burst
or beam too loud

Earth sighs,
Regathers strength to roll
Absolves the hurt
from storm's fierce cull

And I
Awake from memory's weep
Forgive again
How you've robbed my sleep