“Chipper”
Pale morning sunlight
creeps through the blinds, and this one
laughs and crawls on us.
Steve D
Pale morning sunlight
creeps through the blinds, and this one
laughs and crawls on us.
Steve D
The gray light ripples
at every sound and movement,
line between worlds blurred.
Steve D
We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
Steve D
Early yellow light
brightens over the ripples,
throwing fleeting calm.
Steve D