Dawn’s first light shivers
through half-opened blinds,
creating new patterns
on our old blanket.
The rise and fall of your chest
tethers me to the moment
tighter than the memory
of your warm embrace.
I get up anyway
and make the coffee.
An aubade is a morning love song when lovers part…this isn’t strictly an aubade, but it’ll do. I wanted to capture the ordinariness of a longtime marriage in the old blanket, the warmth of physical intimacy, the sacrifice of loving service. I’ll try a few more in the coming weeks.
3 thoughts on “Aubade at half-past six on a cold winter morning”
Oh, he likes coffee, too? I thought the coffee was for you! 🙂 It’s lovely.
Beautiful! Thank you also for the lesson. I look forward to your next one.
Thanks…who knows what’s next!