There is the soft light of morning in late spring
The solstice is approaching, summer will soon be in full swing
A bus rumbles by the window, the number 4, rolling down Bryant
The noise filters in through the window screen, with a cool breeze.
Kitty licks a spot of butter from her paw
A dog is barking on his morning walk
People are stirring on their way to work
The birds have grown quiet for the rush hour
Kitty stretches her front paw
A sparrow cut across the plane of view from the front window
Cool clear light bends through the wavy glass
It is quiet in the morning
The cup filled with coffee is warm in my hand
A breeze on my neck from the black plastic fan
Everything is covered in snow
A thick sheet of ice
Clings to the ground beneath it
The treachery of April
Cold, seeping through the window
Plows scrape the street
Outside, the green lawn is buried
Robin, into the nest retreats
It is 4:00 am, and dark in the morning
The house is cold and quiet
It is wet outside, after days of rain
Kitty is curled up on the back of her chair
Her white chin resting on her white paws
I can hear her breathing
The low rumble as she shifts and turns
She ignores the news cast I am watching
More interested in the clicking of my fingers
The snow is mostly gone.
The sky was lighting at six in the morning; when I left for work.
There was a fresh dust of white on the ground, that disappeared in the first few hours of morning.
The green is coming to my lawn, pushing past the pale yellow blades, the gray and brown remnants of leaves, the twigs fallen from the apple tree.
My cat followed the white tail of rabbit with her eyes; as she rested on the couch, by the window bay, lucid, and dreaming of the hunt.
It is election day in Minnesota, caucus day, and there is a pensive energy in the air.
I am for Hillary, but I think most of my town is for Bernie.
I think Minnesota will go hard left as well.
My cat does not care, she wants to share my chicken.