the silent dance of breakfast
sleepily waltzing around each other
in our small kitchen
real coffee for you
decaf or tea for me
we sit quietly with our cereal
and watch the trees in back
gray squirrels climb up on the railing
and eat the seeds you set out for them
a flash of red as a cardinal
sneaks a seed when they leave
in spring the door is open
and we hear them singing
but each morning I love
our quiet time together
before our hectic day starts
no words are needed
after 25 years together
just a glance, a smile
and the day begins
©2010 Linda H Feinberg
author's note: it may be spring today, but I saw snowflakes and had to put on the heat to take the chill off the house!
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