This morning starts

Crisp and cool

Like that first

Bite of Braeburn

Apples plucked from

Refrigerators gray skies

Like aggie and

Indian and purie

Marbles with which

Once I played

Cars buzz about

Filled with hurried

Shoppers sipping seasonal

Coffees and teas

And you of

Course beside me

Warm and sleepy

Yawning and smiling

Heaven on earth