waking up to see my man half dressed
pants on, shirt off
(Makes it hard to let him leave for work.)
coming over the trees
dew on the green
mine are the first footprints of the day on the grass
and the birds sing ‘Good Morning’.
the trees bow down and breathe their clean into me
as I run past them on the trail.
pouring out of
giddy, happy sisters.
Ease and flow,
truth told in short sentences and
long looks of understanding and
Rain spatters and soft sweaters
Peppermint tea and Coldplay
the bite of summer saying goodbye
with wet kisses on windstung cheeks
and stiff fingers in navy mini-gloves.
The enormous orange moon
rising off the horizon line
glazed in grain dust,
hovering stars and
Family: hand-picked and God-given
everything turkey and pumpkin
steeped in tradition
laughter rolls on the floor and
around the table, announcing ‘Love is here.’