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Poem: “Aubade at Half-Past Six on a Cold Winter Morning”

by on Jan 19, 2014 in Poetry
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Aubade at Half-Past Six on a Cold Winter Morning

Dawn’s first light shivers
through half-opened blinds,
creating new patterns
on our old blanket.

The rise and fall of your chest
tethers me to the moment
tighter than the memory
of your warm embrace.

I get up anyway
and make the coffee.

Maria Johnson


María Morera Johnson teaches composition and literature at a technical college in Georgia, and consults and writes about trends in post-secondary education. She serves on the Board of Directors of the Star Quest Production Network (sqpn.com) and co-hosts Catholic Weekend, a weekly current events podcast.