Sunday, February 20, 2011

Sunrise on the Stucco

Here I sit, cup of coffee in hand,
Looking at the water while waiting for my man.
He likes to sleep in and stay up late;
I, usually, to start the day can't wait.

I had hoped to see the sunrise,
But the fog was rather thick,
And the orientation of the windows
Doesn't help one bit.

Will I have to get my shoes on
And begin sunrise walks?
Or will I still require my morning
Online friendly talks?

I see the reflected colors of sunrise
On a white wall across the harbor;
This will have to suffice
For this morning's starter.