New Season

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Wiping the bleariness that still rested around my eyes, I padded into the kitchen. The pup sat down on the floor, jingling her tags as she scratched at an early morning itch. My socks shuffled along the laminate floor as I turned the faucet to fill her water bowl. Through the window, I suddenly noticed the kitchen was a wash of soft, neon pink. Bouncing and lighting on the counter and casting a haze on the lace curtains. 

The sky was canvas of hot pink and deep, velvety blue, the air outside, cold and crisp, fighting for warmth and a new season. 

Cold Coffee

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Empty spot by the window
Open hands
Wandering thought
The ins and outs of life
And cappuccinos
Why I cut my hair
When it grows long
I’ll try new habits
And call them rituals
Full of dreams and
New endeavors
But the seat next to me
Is no longer empty
It is full of you
Laughter and tears
Black coffee and
The smell of clean laundry
Pen marks I long
To capture on paper
To hold you
Just a moment or two longer
Or for one more sip
Of now cold coffee

-Em. O January 2018