Bergamot Morning

Clear dew through the windows of my mother's kitchen

Moss in the cracks of the shingles on the neighbor's roof

Coals in the fireplace still black and damp

And the kettle moves over kerosene flames

And its copper sings its misty warning

So begins this bergamot morning

Cat calls for his morning milk

He cleans his paws on old growth floorboards

Begin to spin and imagine something where the garden was

Silver bark and yellow leaves replaced by cold steel

And the copper sings its misty warning

So begins this bergamot morning

Birds sing in the ferns in the quiet glowing fog

Last night is gone renewed by her new dawn

And the copper sings its misty warning

Brings me back to this bergamot morning

Yesterday's sorrow its misty warning

Gives way to a glistening bergamot morning