Warm (to Bean)

It is not

That I miss

You it’s just

That the tiny

Filaments of your

Life have been

Spun into the

Fabric of mine

In time I

Will simply tuck

You away safely

In the corner

Of my closet

But until then

I will wear

You for you

Keep me warm

Photographs

Do I keep

All these photographs

Watching them age

As surely as

You will do

Or discard them

Without a trace

Haunting me instead

In memoried dreams

Do I touch

Your papered face

Retracing where once

My fingers danced

Peering into eyes

That once I

Watched fall asleep

Do I remember

Your giggling laughter

Like far off

Melodies being played

Or let you

Go like fall

Into the winter

Isn’t the purpose

Of keeping things

To use them

Then why should

I keep you

Around it’s simple

Just because I

Lost you doesn’t

Mean that I

Will lose you

EarlyMorning (to Bean)

Early morning sky

Blue almost white

Three vanilla cloud

Streaks hover above

Like cigar smoke

Cool air trapped

Inside frosts panes

Like aging dust

Mid-July’s humidity brings

A damp chill

While coffee mugs

Steam and warm

Sipping ever slowly

Feeling it slither

Milk and honey

Walking to me

Sitting and drinking

Smiling and winking

Dressed in shorts

Red zipped jumper

Knees to chest

Warding off dawns

Early morning dew

SundayMorn (to Bean)

The East glows

This morning like

Far off bonfires

Igniting blue skies

Faint pink rouged

Clouds hang high

Like dangling earrings

Catching breaking dawn

Humid chill prompts

Up turned collar

As I sip

Coffee outside our

Little NoDa apartment

Waiting for you

To awaken shivering

Clad in last

Nights fleece pullover

Like many things

We share together

Early morning coffee

The chattering birds

Dawns first light

And dream remembering

Set our tempo

Like daily metronomes

CharlotteMorn (to Bean)

The early sky

Is grey like

Tepid murky water

Of freshly bathed

Dusty dirty children

It covers everything

Like aging dust

Except for silky

Ribbons of pink

Hanging on horizon

Like fresh negligees

Hung to dry

Distant mid summer

Honey suckle wafts

Sweet delicate fragrance

Like invisible clouds

Of debutantes passing-by

Coffee for me

Coffee for you

Sit patiently steaming

Upon dawns arrival

Stumbling you sit

Next to me

Smiling I think

Like the sun

That is missing

This Charlotte morn