ThisMorning


Like tented nights

Telling scary stories

Flashlight under chin

This morning’s sun

Uplights the clouds

Turning them the

Softest soft downy

And fluffy pink

Jagged gray cliffs

Bully the horizon

Frightening the willows

Into a curtsy

Plane tale lines

Scratch high above

Appearing and disappearing

Like invisible ink

Or whispered passwords

Two lone birds

Sing sweet harmonies

As the steamy

Furries rise above

My coffee cup