A Poem Called ~ Night Nurse Nuance

Night Nurse Nuance

Dark earth spins –

Dawn rolls in,

Ever so slow —

Her haggard face,

Knows pallor & grey…

Within a quiet daze –

Droops her weary head,

& For a time she stays.

Responsibility weighs –

Work consumes her,

Yet time she takes,

When morning breaks…

To brighten up

Her weary face.

Her light comes on,

Work gets done.

Then ~ With poles reversed,

As sunlight bursts –

Gather up those…

Dead dog tired –

Weary bones

Unplug the phones

…& Go to bed.

Valerie J. Hayes

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Valerie Hayes

Quiet West Vintage represents a private vintage and designer collection that has been gathered and stored over a thirty-five year period. I now look forward to sharing this collection and promoting the "Other Look" - a totally individualistic approach to style.