Winter / Summer

I hate winter mornings

Waking up not quite sure why

Darkness recedes oh so slow

The blue hue dissipates

To leave an awning of white

Haze, the morning mist

I miss the summers

Warm starlit nights which

Did not glimmer in ice

But laid bare stretched out

Over balmy breeze and boats

Bobbing up over the horizon

Georgia O'Keeffe - Starlight Night, 1917