We Always Have Mornings
Posted to Poetry
by Uncle B on 2004-03-11 08:23:00
Sun is filling the living room.
A day stretching out before me.
It reaches its arms out wide,
Taking the blanket of dreams
From off its body.
Yawning.
Light escapes from its mouth
Filling my world with a brilliance
To guide me through the day.
Shadows grow or recede.
The living room always in a
Transformation subtle to the moment
And noticeable after you stop looking.
The house is still.
The hum of the heater is its breath.
Coffee steams out of the kitchen,
And I can smell our past mornings.
I sip my coffee in silence.
The birds are returning from the south.
A robin surprised me on the fence post
Bobbing his head in agreement with my thoughts.
The day begins to warm as my coffee cools.
I satisfy my mug with one more fill
And smell the aroma of our mornings to come.
