At dawn, she would murmur a prayer
Grateful for hot coffee to welcome the morning
As night vanishes into sunlight
joyous chatter describing dreams
moves into revealing plans and visions
By noon the familiar litany
Strong dependable, an exaltation
Afternoon delights, whispered sweetness
Sunset soliloquies, sonnets divine
In the twilight hour softer still
Until darkness encourages kisses
Sweet good nights, gratitude in knowing
“If light had a mouth and tongue”
Each day would have something new to say
