Poetry Volumes

A Violet Moodswing Poems

Morning Awe

As the first fingers of dawn

Creep across the sky

Light falling softly on your face

Like a kitten licking your nose

I have to stop, glance back


Retract the yawn

And really try

To remember days before this place

When I shared my space alone.

Before my fiction grew to fact


I lacked you one on one

Flesh on flesh in sky high

Swirls of loving grace

Laced thick with life its own.

Sometimes even dreams attack.


No setback of flippant fawn

No asking why

Just loving you above the base

Instincts of yesterday's tone

Stopped dead in my tracks


At the joy of waking to you.