Morning

gathering sunlight
wakes the tangled vines of shy
morning glory blooms
–
rustling leaves
a shaft of light
warming my cat

the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears
–
the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face
–
morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind
–
a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy

tiny little lies
the mortar between the stones
of my foundation
–
morning
glistening on
silken threads

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink
–
false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest

concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake
–
lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface

jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds
–
dawn
captured on
a silken thread