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