~My Morning,Nat King Cole

My Morning

you were asleep

steady breathing

like a sighing

lullaby

this morning

belongs to me

the quiet

patches of light

and the shivering sighs

of trees

outside my window

the steam

from my coffee
circles around me

in a secret smile

 
Nat King Cole’s

Christmas song
pistachio and lemon biscotti

tart and sweet

bring me back to simpler times
before the chaos

this is music
the wrap-a-round rift
of heightened emotions
his raspy velvet voice 
makes you feel love

when you don’t believe in it
yourself

~Icy Violets~

Icy Violets

by Sarah Mahina Calvello

icy violets
soft
and sugar dusted
can't catch a watery breath
in the calculated chaos
from your burning lungs

but the water takes me away
hold me 
safe
gentle
in the swirls
of motion

to islands
of icy sunlight
where I can finally breathe
where heroes finally dare
to recognize the promise
of small kindnesses
the lit shadows of birds rise again

I merely cleared

the branches

so you could see the path
a few startling moments
is worth watchng

still the fantasy

cracked

just a little