It’s really only ever

The little simple things

Like the gurgle hiss

And spit of a

Kettle set to boil

As the first glow

Of day washes over

Last nights late snow

And chickadees bounce and

Bob skitter and slide

On the frozen birdbath

Like children wearing skates

As I spoon splash

And stir dark roast

Into a now warmed

Coffee press watching as

Grounds drop and emerge

Like we did that

One July day so

Very very long ago

In ponds out back

This is my morning

Of memories every day