Poetry Submission by Pamela Sinicrope

[Pamela Sinicrope]

Pamela Sinicrope

When Sunshine Speaks

When I wake up
and the kettle overflows with boiling coffee water,
I look out to see a bird with a beak full of breakfast worm.

This view is just for me.
The trees remain rooted under the stable sun 
as I move back and forth from table to kitchen counter

still waiting for a first sip.
A toe touches the old dog quietly tucked
underneath the table, still groggy,

knowing that soon, he too will drink.
And when the robins orate, they carry
in the music that makes the sunshine whisper

secrets that fill my pen. Still, I’ve uttered no words
as I pour every desire I have ever known
into a simple cup of coffee with cream.