Wind rides in with morning;
I breathe the moist, cool air.
Blessed, the sun rises
behind houses, I turn
on the coffee, make toast
I sit by the window, listening to wings
rustling trees; these moments balance,
like citrus flowers caressing
senses, instant and unforgotten.
Music swings soft in this cool morning air,
chasing blue notes like some dust-memory;
as I picture you here at the window with me,
daylight’s first glimmer alights.