He’ll be up soon.
I’ll see the kitchen light brighten the back wall of the house
before smoke billows from the chimney.
Soon he’ll be at my studio door to say good morning
with hugs and ‘how did you sleep?’ concern.
Footsteps crunch back along the path of crusty snow,
I have fifteen or twenty more minutes to finish up this page
or file that pile
then I’ll hear the gong summon me
to the best cup of coffee in Canada
and two pieces of toast and marmalade
made with love.
I’ve been blessed with another day in paradise.
©Sharron R. McMillan