MorningHere

All is quiet

Except for the

Growls and yowls

Of planes overhead

Sounding like alley

Cats on full

Moon lit nights

The greens of

Mid summer lay

Before me in

Shades of turquoise

Emerald and moss

Like a jewelers

Table filled with

Precious stones as

The steam rises

From my cup

Charmed like a

Slithering coiling snake