Cold August morning...

Cold August morning--

overgrown, thorny bushes

promise blackberries.

For My Coffee-Lovin' Friends

Cold morning--
coffee drips into my cup.
It smells like hope.

Chilly morning...

Chilly morning--
I battle it with coffee
in hand, cat on lap.

4/27/14 II

This bleak morning came
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.

5/8/14

The smell of coffee
cheers me immensely on this 
dreary Spring morning.

5/17/14

Yellow moon, lighting
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.

Written about Two Weeks Ago

This cold morning needs
hot chocolate and buttered
toast to combat blahs.

Written Yesterday

Small birds soar across
Morning’s Eastern orange glow,
promising blue skies.

Also Not a Haiku & Written in 1987/8

the closet is clean

yet they are unshowered
lying
between sheets strewn
with
tiny hairs and scattered bits

waiting
for the dull burst of the alarm.

morning.