(Cool Blue) Early Morning

snow-covered ground
(& sleeping buildings)
robins are up through cold air
into trees I say a prayer
before coffee I’m thinking about fear
(& a matter-damp mind)
how to dry off I’m not quite sure
we are on the East Coast
as it turns we wait
for the light to break through
(but till then I’ll take the song
of bird)

written January 31, 2025