Rye

I stumbled outside
On to the porch
Sleep bleary eyes, rough stubble
Icy morning air burns my throat
As Magpies whisper at me their Belligerent song

I dash on tiptoes for the bathroom
Frost covered grass between my toes
My breath follows me like a cloud of smoke
Frozen tiled floor, by now careless

Hot cold hot cold shower
Smoky coffee, fresh newspaper
The bay awaits my day,
Freckled sunlight dances on it
Taunting me to play
Listen, I can hear it smile at me as it touches the shore

Kids next door pillow fight
Giggles anger pain tears
Smashed vase, silence
Laughter

Ahh I sigh
I love Rye