I was glad

Sometimes I wake up with a thought about what I will write... and then other things take precedence.  Like this.  Time to make a hot pot of coffee.

I was glad

To sleep

This morning.

It is cloudy,

Somewhat chill.

Bed held daylight dreams

Of my children

When they were small.

I was glad to sleep in.

Now

The flat of flowers

Just outside the window

Beckons to be planted

In the empty plastic planters

In front.

I have not yet opened

The front door.

Not yet.

The cold cup of coffee,

The last one from yesterday*s pot

Says

Oh come on

What is it to make

A fresh hot carafe?

I was going to write about owls.

This came out

First.