Poem: Coffee in Spring

Coffee in spring is a matter of timing
Early in the morning black
Where smokey tendrils draw wisps
Dancing in the air between us
As we share our dreams
From the night before

Poem: Drifting

Like so many strangers
We pass by unrecognized
Forgetting the other
Who shares our bed
Laying silently sleeping
With no more dreams
Just the passing of time

Poem: The Winding Down

Daddy is home and the children rush
To wrap their arms around them
Like so many times before
Laughing and chattering and vying
For some piece of his attention

Mother is in the kitchen cooking
Being a good house wife
Keeping the home and the children
Protecting all of their dreams
At the expense of hers