MORNING GRAY

The morning arrived on tip toes
No announcement no golden fanfare
Grey slippered feet she appears
Damp and silent asking for quiet

Everyone breathed a sigh
Rest and replenish 
Sleep in and drink
A quenching respite

Weighted petals bow
Lowering their burden 
Moistured to the soil
The blackbird sings

I on the other hand 
Cup my hands round
A hot cup black
Aroma pulling me awake

The fire crackles and pops
Green wood’s song
A day of words to paper
Quilted in my armchair

For what more could I ask
I have no doubt I am blessed
I am loved without question 
Perhaps one thing

Old friends, faces, voices, 
Hand on my shoulder
Kiss on my cheek
Warm smile of old memories

I had hoped we’d finish together
So many went on before
I know you wait with patience 
As I finish the course

If you are here when I finish
Carefully pick memories 
The ones that bring a smile
And I will wait for you