The rising song of you

2013

The sun comes in like a quiet cat
one paw print on the wall,
one on the piano
it purrs by my slipper
as I write this morning hymn
to you, an anthem
to the way you lift the coffee
to your lips, the way you turn
when I speak
and when morning
begs at the window
we laugh
the cat and I
all spread on the coverlet
warmed by the rising
song of you.

3rd place, IBPCApril 2013