Dawn is yawning
Orange and white
Erasing nights dark
Blues and black
A skied pallet
Of warm colors
Sleepy trees stretch
Full of birds
Beginning to chat
Dew diamonds sprinkle
Blades of grass
Like spun webs
Of sugar cane
Coffee maker gurgles
Gargles and groans
Streaming into cups
Two in hand
Spilling a bit
Kissing you awake
You kiss sip
Smile and wink
And like birds
Begin your delicate
Morning song repertoire
Greens dizzying array
Greeted you today
Mornings silence gave
Way to song
High and away
Like nymphs playing
Among the boughs
Zoe’s nails clacked
Across blemished streets
Like four-inch heels
At bar time
Pausing turning back
Sniffing and growling
Like aging Cossacks
Sun lighted polka-dots
Shone on the
Grassy toupeed lawns
As you walked
Behind her blindly
Sipping your coffee
During summers daydream
A bluish sky
Almost gray awakens
Me pink streaked
Broad marker clouds
Begin to evaporate
As the Saul
Stretches and yawns
Beyond hunter green
Trees far off
Distant bird songs
Like music boxes
Repeat delicate melodies
Coffee maker steams
Like stationed locomotives
Sending this morning’s
Aroma to bed
Flirting you awake
Sleepy you stumble
Groggy you pour
Add and stir
Joining me here
Kissing good day
Gathering on some
Far off horizon
In the evening
After humid days
Rain laden clouds
Plump with tears
Billow and spawn
Bringing angry downpours
Of unfettered emotion
Standing here alone
Wondering if this
Is a bellwether
Of something else
Turning myself skyward
Accepting my doom
Soaked and dismayed
Like prairie flowers
Shaking off all
Torrents and deluge
To bloom again
A bit weathered
Like barn wood
Sturdy and strong
Upon eating ice-cream
We lose taste
Within two minutes
Then it’s simply
Cold and smooth
Has this happened
To you with
These simple words
That I write
Have they suddenly
Just become cold
And smooth and
Always there expected
Or do they
Still dance tickling
You like fingers
Over your ribs
Or the seldom
Seen yet always
Ah’d shooting star
Or have they
Become another pair
Of worn shoes
Or the umbrella
Left for storms
Or the dusty
Out of tune
Instrument of yesterday
Tell me honey
Do these words
Still toll sweetly
From far off
Steeples reminding you
Of time gone-by
If not I
Shall keep writing
Not to you
But with you
In mind for
You my love
Are always here
On these pages
If nowhere else
