Early
sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon
–
cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter
sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon
–
cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter
sheets pooled on the floor-
the graceful swell of your hips
framed by the moonlight
–
lingering dawn-
one final kiss
graces your lips
laughter in the air-
mittens and scarves skating past
closed curio shops
–
bistro tables-
bohemian couples
on the grass
a circle of flame
swirls deep inside the furnace
working overtime
–
rushing water-
the promise
of warmer feet
curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky
–
glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window
incessant beeping-
cobwebs in my coffee cup
my head thick with sleep
–
gentle sunlight-
irish breakfast and
the sunday puzzle
wild racing thoughts-
my fix is the sleep I so
desperately crave
–
an open window-
coyotes call out
in the rising dawn
a hillside cottage-
the morning sun clears the clouds
asleep on the roof
–
first starlight-
fog creeps in
from the underbrush
above the tree tops
set in the clear morning sky
a moon cast of ice
–
autumn morning-
windows glazed
with hoarfrost
rolling through the miles
cityscapes and farmer’s fields
pass by my window
–
morning commute-
the train’s shadow
among the trees