morning coffee

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

an unnoticed sunrise morning

lost in tail lights; break lights

traffic jam fights

lost in rainfall, drowning us all!

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

the rain kissed the pavement

as the puddles splashed my discovering routine clean.

white knuckled grip

paused by the red light coffee sip;

heavy sleepy eyes loom

in sake for the business groove.

there aren’t enough hours in the morning

to let me back in;

dream machine.

glowing numbers tick and bells scream

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the looming daze from my eyes.

setting a kiss on her forehead, i go start the day.

still, she sleeps as i wipe away the emerging daze from my eyes.

c.2016 bgw

whispering pines

the dark prairie storm

swept across the open grassy fields.

birds fly into a trees leafy, branchy shelter;

the wall of soft steady rains fall

and washes the whispering pines

down to the slow crawling vines.

in the far off opposite sided distance

dressed in mountain silhouettes,

the sun peaks for the days final bow;

gifting in a rainbow, entwined in raindrops.

the lake is a mirror,

endless heavens kissing a bountiful ground

and the ground griping the heavenly soaked sky.

the dark prairie storm

swept across the open grassy fields.

the birds fly into a trees leafy, branchy shelter;

the wall of soft steady rains fall

and washes the whispering pines.

c.2016 bgw