beneath the covers

a bird trills

then a rumble of thunder

responds

this is

my favorite type

of morning

*

from above

like a streak of lightning

pummeling its way

through sodden clouds

your voice

transcends the darkness

of my boiled thoughts

*

come here

a poem

is a safe space

in which to open

up your heart

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #23