spring is morning

Spring is morning and the end of nights
So she said
As she lay there all akimbo
And the end of nights is all we have
Any more
All her thoughts were a twirl
Worrying at her like a dog at a bone
At times landing
At others flying over her place
In this world
Is it here is it there
She couldn't decide
And that's the crux of the matter
She couldn't decide
And in her indecision was a decision
In and of itself