MorningHere

The buildings of Denver 
pop up from the
dark valley of the
front range like toast
awaiting the buttery marmalade
sunrise soon to slather
spread and spill bringing
the sweetness of morning
to the dry palette
of just another day
but soon too soon
the mountains will shine
and the sad truth
that what man builds
will never ever be
as majestic as what
natures own hand creates
will become strikingly apparent

Dawn

This is by far 
my favorite time of
all this early morning
when strangers lovers friends
and the city itself
awaken to each other
to coffees and me
it’s a time of
eggs and of percolators
of showers clean clothes
of yawns and stretches
and for me words
it’s the time when
the low east sun
dabs the cold cheeks
of skyscrapers with rouge
making them simply bloom
like long tall daffodils
and when almost everyone
including the mountains sky
says their good mornings