Indian Summer Morning

This morning I awoke

with the sunrise
Orange globe hiding
behind the skyline
Casting its golden glow
over smog
Highlighting spring fog
in January

This morning I awoke
with a heartache
Painful, beating muscle
behind my ribs
Pumping its sad hue
through my veins
Outlining melancholic clouds
in my mind

Slowly the sun rises
past buildings
Rays streaming first
over drying dishes
Glistening over the cat
as she sleeps
Creeping through my eyes
finally into me