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