Wrong Side of a Mood

I woke on the wrong side of a mood this morning
before the alarm went off
I wanted to stay inside my dream
but the heavy hand of the still dark morning
roused me anyway

Now I sit by my writing window watching the sky
turn from a dark denim blue
to the pale blush of sunrise light
accompanied by the mating songs
of hopeful birds in spring

I woke on the wrong side of a mood this morning
but moods, like skies, evolve