It has come 
quietly as it’s 
known to do 
a subtle emergence 
of color on
a blank canvas 
of all white 
those little snowdrops 
whose blossoms bow
gently giving respect 
to winter as
it leaves giving 
way to spring 

The morning breaks
like an egg
cracked against pan
set to sizzle 
and then pop
quickly as coffee 
brightens and lightens 
my sleepy mind 
ideas begin flowing 
like hot water 
from faucet to 
face waking me 
to this pre
dawn word dance 
maybe a waltz
maybe a tango
likely a solo
by this wallflower 

Now new
a familiar 
strike with 
the potential 
of blaze
it comes 
as surprise 
for the 
flint has
been damp
and no
other rock
was found 
but now 
maybe next
a fire 
will warm 
my hands 
of loneliness 

It’s strange this 
unknowing anything really 
I know where
I have been 
I think I 
know where I’m 
going but these
words have like 
children gone their 
own ways and 
never to return 
never to tell 
or even see 
a fraction of 
what and where
and when and
whom they have 
met and this 
now brings me 
the great discomfort 
of being just 
another empty nest 
remembering 

I’ll never know 
what it is 
about that first 
sip then kiss 
they both warm 
in different directions 
one going down 
one going out 
maybe one causes
the other one 
who really needs 
to know that 
when what I
do know now 
is that the 
one without other 
just isn’t morning