An early morning mist
with a swirling kiss
envelops the waiting trees
as the bright sun rises
on a light breeze
through a golden capriace,
and bands of light break
suddenly through a slash between
the curtain and window sash
while you curl toward me in our bed,
curly gray head pillowed on my chest,
the best part of every day.
published in The Rockford Review
first published in The Rockford Review
©2014 Bonnie Manion