Early

sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon

cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter

Grace

sheets pooled on the floor-
the graceful swell of your hips
framed by the moonlight

lingering dawn-
one final kiss
graces your lips

Bryant Park

laughter in the air-
mittens and scarves skating past
closed curio shops

bistro tables-
bohemian couples
on the grass

Heat

a circle of flame
swirls deep inside the furnace
working overtime

rushing water-
the promise
of warmer feet

Blackbird

curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky

glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window

Morning

incessant beeping-
cobwebs in my coffee cup
my head thick with sleep

gentle sunlight-
irish breakfast and
the sunday puzzle

Awake

wild racing thoughts-
my fix is the sleep I so
desperately crave

an open window-
coyotes call out
in the rising dawn

Fog

a hillside cottage-
the morning sun clears the clouds
asleep on the roof

first starlight-
fog creeps in
from the underbrush

Morning

above the tree tops
set in the clear morning sky
a moon cast of ice

autumn morning-
windows glazed
with hoarfrost

Commuter

rolling through the miles
cityscapes and farmer’s fields
pass by my window

morning commute-
the train’s shadow
among the trees