the dream of Oregon

settles back in

I escape bed early

to sit with it

connect it to the grass grown wild

and become irrational

about complacency

©Erin Croley

distant planes and the blast

of a train horn

support the morning chatter

 of Cardinals, pigeons, pileated woodpeckers

and some high-pitched warble

I can't place

I stand in the middle

of what should be a walking path

with a steady current washing

over my feet

stare at yellowed strawberries

stunted cucumbers

and decide to drink coffee

©Erin Croley

identical chairs
angled together
contemplate the awakening day
sunday morning ritual
coffee
bird song
and us
(un)naturally silent

©Erin Croley
(from an #elixirpoetry Twitter prompt)