Dewdrops on a Hosta Leaf

Daylight
overpowers me
on the short end
of the rope
it drags me
from the comfort
of my sun-dried sheets
and the sweet oblivion
of sleep.

I face
a rose spreading
all her petals
to the sky
in a
"Take me! Take me!"
moment
her day
becomes mine
and the pleasures
of oblivion
melt into
the dewdrops
on a hosta
leaf.