Good Morning!

The air sings as you walk by, rearranging the day,
opening and closing doors,
stretching a smile where it rushes to the horizon and kisses the pink blushing
under billowing clouds.

Breath comes alive then – not as necessity,
hums a melody familiar and new, indistinct, hovering at the edge of the lake,
rising and falling like swells through the reeds.

Sun unburdened by the cover of night
awakens, stretches and ascends.
It flares the dew-strewn grass, quivering in the breeze,
each shudder catches fire – diamonds dancing.

A rush of steam, a whistle,
the fragrance exotic.
Rolled, roasted, a sabled balm pulverized and coaxed, pressured to an ebony draught.
A black cup envelopes, traps and sustains aromatic warmth.
The grass shivers.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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1 Response to Good Morning!

  1. Janet Ellison says:

    Is there red wine in that black cup? If so, I’ll be right over.

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