WedMorn


Day is serving

A Neapolitan sky

Above the treeline

Burns strawberry peach

Just above that

Layered yellow vanilla

And beyond that

Dense dark blueberry

Even the moon

Can be seen

Like a small

White bitten cookie

Bungalows jostled close

To each other

Like feeding lambs

As door sounds

Follow the goodbyes

Life start here

Again this morning