to be first awake
make the first sounds — sip tea, think…
the day holds promise
to be first awake
make the first sounds — sip tea, think…
the day holds promise
cold breeze shifts the blinds
and I’m breaking down boxes
peeling long tape strips
both our lives unpacked
we are hunting down newness
in California
“cough, sniff, hack” — repeat
it’s the soundtrack of high school
in January
let this be The Year
of change — not by circumstance –
deliberate, self-made.
Fall’s last ladybug
Is the first red berry on
Winter’s holly tree
One bite of apple
One of cheese — chew together
Balance will make bliss
It’s rockfish season
Silver spangled flesh and fins
Festive as tinsel
Nighttime mouse parties
On my desk, leaving “tokens”
Perhaps they mean well
At last! I squish the
Pesky fruit fly with my shoe
Feeling pride… and guilt