early morning
comfort of routine
coffee gathered
basement bound

laundry sorted
here go whites
there the colours
one in water hot
the other cold

off to the side
soft delicates
knitted fabric
mostly wool imbued
with your perfume

gentle spinning
whirring splashes
linen scented air refreshes
warm clean cotton on old skin
weekend morning ritual.

lemon yellow
sour thrill upon my tongue
pastry crumbs

dead autumn leaves
shrouded beneath
early winter fall
cloud woven lace

1 AM
I am
not pleased
to see you arrive
on my bedside clock
2 AM
I am
closing my eyes
to make you fade
then counting to
3 AM
I am
mocked:
clock snickers
“keep counting to
see what comes forth…”

standing
tall
regal
alone

pine tree
leaning
slightly
constant wind

water
lapping
rocky
shore

here
connected
earth
to sky

loon
laughing
calls
my name

waits
for
my
reply

silent