Morning light
on the empty table
that I sit at

Unexpected
a fly buzzing
winter's sun

Those storm clouds
keep changing the view
of heaven

After the rainstorm
the moon and the sheep
washed and rinsed

A street light
in the storm
a candle flutters

Late at night
from under the blankets
texting his mom

Barefoot
and sleepy eyed
her fairy book