morning
news...
in between sips of tea
and conversation
with the
fog
the sun is up...
chilly me
by
the brook...
the innocence of a child
playing with daisies
crescent moon
lying on a bed
of soft clouds
contemplation...
listening to the hazy sound
of your being
alone, missing your touches in my poem
missing
you, the train's journey is eons away
