January Morning

It’s just after eight;
The first bit of dawn appears
Outside, though with little weight,
A slight bit of coffee scent rears

Defying Nature

People should travel during daydreams
Suppose a mirror appears, or so it seems
And a non-matching image might confront

An afternoon stroll at the waterfront
Could bring its own lovely surprise
Think of a free coffee of nice size

Last Quarter

The Sun has just set
Each sparrow tries to get
A spot in the tree
Then, by strict decree,
It seems, half the Moon enters the set