the birds wake me up

and light comes my way

and even after the hurt

life is not all

doom and gloom anyway

there are cuts that need band-aids

and peaches on the tree

tomatoes red on the vine but

just do not think of

last night

there are loves and leaves

a chance of a cool breeze yet

even the ache has

only so much relief

there are often a few hours

before the hello of Monday and

the time is now

the red sauce was requested

spaghetti and meatballs and

good garlic bread and

nobody makes it like me

when asked for it is given

it will not make itself

and it makes people smile

green chives fresh from the garden

and nothingness will not win

tonight