drinking coffee before dawn
on the porch
creak of wicker chair
steam rising from cup
minutes pass
Light grows
Sunrise does its
everyday work
No fanfare.
Gradually you
see the world again
drinking coffee before dawn
on the porch
creak of wicker chair
steam rising from cup
minutes pass
Light grows
Sunrise does its
everyday work
No fanfare.
Gradually you
see the world again
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment