Tuning my guitar, Strings vibrating above wood. Notes slide into place.
The wet ground on my feet Fresh cut grass clings to my bare toes- Examining the garden
A wide-eyed rabbit Sitting still on the wet grass, Watching danger
A Woodpecker drumming Against a tree, his tapping Echos over sleepy streets.
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.
In bed, soft and warm, Holding you tight. Your breath rises And falls in the dawn light
Feet on the cold floor, Walking softly in the dark While everyone sleeps