Blue

Padding down the carpeted stairs
In the morning’s blue light

With my six-almost-seven-year-old

To watch him gleefuly draw back the patio curtain and whisper:

We’re not the only ones awake

The neighbours’ windows glow yellow rectangle cutouts

He smiles and leans in to my shoulder

The rising sun dissolves the scene

 

 

* It seems colour has been on my mind these days. This is poem two in what’s turning into a series, I guess. Thanks for bearing with me, dear reader, for using my teacher blog as a writer blog. If I plan to ask my students to try poetry then I should try it, too. I think it’s important for a teacher of writing to be a writer, so I #amwriting

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