And now it’s before
the day still belonging
to the night the
house still belonging to
the chill and the
coffee still belonging to
the bean this before
is my favorite time
a quiet peaceful time
before you eventually stir
and stretch being coaxed
by the sun rising
the heat of the
fire and the aroma
of coffee I enjoy
your laziness there knowing
that I’m like your
very own horologist winding
you up starting your
pendulum and regulating the
ticking of your heart
for your upcoming day
Category: Morning
GM
When I know who
I am is when
I hear another say
good morning for it
is then that I
know we have made
it to another day
a destination of life
and isn’t that marvelous
MorningSmile
And on this chilly
Denver morning while sipping
coffee I watch as
the sun rises against
the mountains creating deep
indentations of the crevasses
the darkest of deep
which sunlight doesn’t reach
much like the light
of your morning smile
missing the pain of
our fight last night
FoggyBialys
I awoke to fog
certainly in my mind
but outside as well
And like my mind
things I held familiar
disappeared behind the curtain
like a child playing
Eventually coffee and sun
seared off remaining gloom
and I spied you
emerging from Denver’s despair
bag of bialys and
jam in hand waving
across the parking lot
good morning handsome man
Cups
And just sitting here
again at the start
of either something small
or something serious that
is yet to see
coffee and two cups
waiting and also wondering
if one cup or
the other will eventually
become yours sitting next
to mine in the
cupboard and touching just
as close as you
do when we’re asleep
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 