I wake before the sun again listen to the passing train wind its way into the city through the trees and sleeping streets to greet the downtown blue-violet sky not ready yet to welcome the soft pale pink tendrils of morning into its grasp pull the blankets around me against the chill a few moments longer I left the window open frosted-night breeze slipped in to remind my hand lies empty in the darkness calling to you to hold it while the rest of me falls away silence sits heavy on me can't move until the next breath or the next in between waiting not ready to let go sheets and blankets tangled limbs stumble to the kitchen for coffee I watched through the glass another day unfolds itself to steady march across treetops until blue-violet night unrolls again to fill the frame ~ la 2020
lei fraser 