A Morning

Second of three titled "A Day"

A Morning

The sun's low

And the sky

crisp and blue

Grass frosted

white on green

glittering

Its cold out

I can see

my breathing

Churchwarden

it's my pipe

black and brown

Coffee jug

black and gray

both of them

are comforts

of routine

Birds chirping

here and there

though they're not

to be seen

Traffic sounds

are still there

but they're not

distracting

The gunshots

are there too

do they sleep?

I shiver

my ears cold

coffee's warm

so's my pipe

And I sit

awhile