CharlotteMorning


Today starts crisp

Like the first

Succulent bite into

A cold apple

The morning dew

On my toes

Tickling like wet

Feathers and the

Birdsong symphonies in

Stereo surrounding me

Low sun catches

Tall tree tops

Making them glow

Sudsy like kitchen

Sponges as the

Steam rises from

My coffee like

Sirens released ghostly

From Pandora’s box