Thursday, February 17, 2011

when in the early

when in the early morning hours
we wake up to unexpected spring,
i push the hair back from your forehead,
your even breathing the same
as in your just-before dream.

i, too, dreamed.
dreamed of waking up and seeing your face,
and then i did.
and the trees swayed outside the window,
and the warm wind creaked in the eaves.
and then i thought of a hundred other miracles
that i had never noticed before.



  1. oh, ange. this is so perfect. and so now. thank you.

  2. Very lovely. I did not realize at first that you had written it. The link at the bottom threw me off.