haiku | Spaceman's Pancakes

Poem of the Day #24 – 9/20/17

Lying on the couch

Watching the game. My little boy’s

head rests on my chest

Together we walk

Your tiny hand in my hand

My sweet little boy

The early light creeps

Over the street, cool and blue

morning- calm, silent

In the still before dawn

The engine rumbles awake-

Driving as the sun rises

Morning- warm coffee

I breathe deep, rich aromas

Open up heavy eyes

The scent of smoke drifts

Over the street, glowing red-

The Fourth of July

Gates down, red lights flash

Traffic halts at the train crossing

A rush of wind- gone.