Flannel wrapped
beacon blinking blue and black
squawking seagulls in the dark
dark shadowed limbs of cedar trees
these in the morning welcome me
slippery deck with moss and dew
sliding slippers way to soon
embers from my cigarette
light the darkness beside the moon
steamy creamy sweet and hot
coffee in my heavy cup
morning moisture on the railing
flannel sleeves a constant warming
fingers reaching through the dark
grasp tendrils of light and spark
gently cradled and flannel wrapped
to warm my bones and ease my heart