ThisMorn (to Bean)


There’s morning chill

Buzzing around me

Like plump bumblebees

God’s blue eye

Peeks through soupy

Gray clouds winking

Like attracted teenagers

Bundled in cardigan

Throwing open doors

Far off lilacs

Rush in bathing

Me in sweet

Aromatic mid-summer smell

Odors of coffee

And buttered toast

Join me here

Like old friends

Bringing me comfort

Knowing wherever you

Are you’re doing

The same things

Seeing the same

Smelling the same

Just as me