The day starts

Warm like my

Mother’s kitchen after

Cooking the skies

Like a gray

Woolen overcoat patched

With red thread

The trees green

Fade into black

As emerald lawns

Await the pups

Footprints all is

Quiet except for

The nervous bark

Of a small

Dog alerting the

Owner like a

Doorbell as my

Coffee steams and

Warms this morning