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
