There is something about

The last bit of

Night the cracker crunch

Of brittle snow beneath

Feet the cold ache

Of arthritic car doors

And the growling of

Icy tired car engines

That reminds me of

Morning and as the

World starts its march

You slide in beside

Me warm and fresh

Like a Turkish towel

And wrap your arms

Around me like a

River otter to offspring

As your hair fresh

From water and lavender

Tickles my nose a

Kiss lands upon my

Lips like an envelope

Slid through the mail

Slot softly floating to

The floor signaling me

That today is here