Sunlight makes the dock
a paved street of paradise,
fool’s gold,
pyrite inlet.
I cannot look away
from the false promises
of the morning bay.
Peach slice orb
sprinkles more cinnamon
on the sizzling sea.
Let my doughy limbs
soak the illusions up,
sunrise brunch.
And when the star has steeped,
pour me another cup.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Beautiful reflections with which to start the day! ❤
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Thank you, Layla. Happy Sunday! 💜
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cold numb
fingers to thumb
second route
no doubt
warmed me up
sweet sunday ante meridian
sweat
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So pretty
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Thank you, Beth. A perfect end to my getaway weekend.
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Im drinking coffee with you in solidarity.
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Cheers. It’s a recovery sort of Monday here.
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(Rising toward the Sun King with a dubious stare)… “You sit on a throne of lies!”
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Trickster sun. 🌞
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This poem is delicious! Love the photo.❤️☺️
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Thank you, John. The weekend made today filled with lots of catching up. But it was all worth it. Will miss the bay.
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Lovely words and picture!
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Thank you. I think I ah e more optimism in the mornings. Today, I was able to listen to your playlist on my commute. Lots of great tunes, which made my day go down easier. Thank you. I particularly like the Frank Joshua time and DCFC’s new song.
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Aww, that warms my heart. I really appreciate your listening and commenting!
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Lovely poem, K ❤
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Thank you. I was so grateful to have the quite and the space to write yesterday morning.
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Quite beautiful, both the poem and photo.
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Thank you, Misky. My morning view of the Chesapeake Bay. I went for the weekend. It was stunning.
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Wonderful descriptions of morning beauty, especially:
‘Peach slice orb
sprinkles more cinnamon
on the sizzling sea.’ Really vibrant imagery, K! 😀
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Thank you, Tom. I think I was a bit hungry adding in those lines. I love the sea sparkles and they’d been missing all weekend up until Sunday morning.
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