Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

This morning...

Morning decorates
With finest sparkling lace
The parking lot.

Cars speed, unseeing
past the hawk, silent, intent,
watching for breakfast.

Cold hands hold a cup,
Gentle warmth easing fingers,
ready for the day.

Cocoa, tea are warm,
but not so warm as a word
spoken to the heart.



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