Morning – only myself to greet

Morning – only myself to greet
by brusque bathroom lights – I
will disturb just my dog by my
rising before dawn [I would’ve
not got up – but sleep is tiring]
& mid-December is its regular
grind of convivialities – do not
wish me a seasonal cheer – we
see these phases now merged
by endless offers [& weather’s
slabs]/ I’ll quarrel with myself