A gift from Pam this morning.
I open my eyes and there you are
old grey head nestled soundly in the sheets
your warm body just inches away from mine.
How many times have we wakened like this?
Mornings?
Evenings?
Afternoons?
Spooned together, paired beneath the covers?
Above, through gifted rainbows, the early dawn spills over us
filling our lives with light.