utterance…

it’s this morning’s light streaming…

A recent poem… x

photo by weaver © 2020….

utterance

it’s this 
morning’s light
   streaming gently
      golden low floods loud
through our kitchen window
where i know that

when i rise
to step upon
   our floor 
      that creaks
in that inescapable irksome spot
   remembering

it’s that time
of the wheel turning
   once again

you stumble
upon your
dear quiet
   words of love


—weaver © 2025 🩵