standing atop a summit at daybreak
it’s still the night, but just barely

brown paper packages tied up with hope
and filled up with love at 4 in the morn

pour-overs and pull-overs
steam on black rimmed glasses

nieces speaking miracles and metaphors
but to them, they’re just wondering

indigo blue midnight canopy
polka-dotted with whimsical wishes

unexpected text messages sending
hope, longing, and merriment

reconnecting again and again
despite when static soars and signals drop

holding hands, strolling
autumn, winter, summer, spring