Friday, November 7, 2014

Good times

I love fall mornings like this one.  I am home today, coddling my cough and cold with water and hot tea.  This morning is still, pure, gold, a day begun with laughter.  That first shoe may never even drop.

In the still gold
Of this morning
We speak of how we are,
Each one of us.
Bad things come in threes
I say
Then laugh:
I’ve not even
Seen the first one yet.
He says
That’s a good one.
It’s like waiting for the first shoe
To drop.
We laugh
Move into the day
Still gold at its beginning.

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