I’m Up At Four A Lot

Image Credit: Flandrum Hill

See What’s Become Of Me

What time is it, she asks, and I tell her
time’s irrelevant because it’s already
half past October, the General of Fallen
Leaves is hunkered down somewhere
under the woodpile, rallying the troops
for winter’s final onslaught. She asks me
what time it is without lifting her head or
opening her eyes and It’s four fucking
thirty in the goddamned morning, I say,
Go back to sleep it’s only an opening line.


Go make your six-word confession to Call Me Cate at: SHOW MY FACE.


15 thoughts on “SIX WORD SATURDAY

  1. Good 6WS, Ron. 🙂 Of course you had to get up this morning this early to sign in for Cate. I did too. Nature wakes me up at three, not Mrs. Jim. But the alarm clock is on my side so I do have to tell her what time it is if she NEEDS TO KNOW.

  2. Beautifully poetic words and a gorgeous pic of a hideous hour of the morning. Not a morning person myself, can’t imagine why the heck you and Jim are blogging at such a crazy hour of the morning 🙂

  3. I was up at 12:30 a.m. for an hour, then went back to bed until 3 a.m. I’m up for good (or bad) now. **sigh**

  4. Being up at four is great! When I have nothing to do the next day. Having a posse of people for which to care makes “nothing” rare…

    I *really* like your story. Hope you get a nap today!

  5. Its a beautiful sky!! Our sun doesn’t start coming up until around 7ish. LOL with 4:30 getting up; I’m up around 4:55 a.m. to hit the gym 🙂

    Hoping you get to sleep in on the weekends!


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