as the sunrise in the morning
bursting flavors of cherry pie
in a charcoal sky.

You’ll miss me
as a cool breeze waltzing
through the window
giving you a tingle

You’ll miss me
in the afternoon drinking
Chamomile tea
as you swirl the honey
with a spoon
the golden daisy
that you bloom
lost all of her perfume

You’ll miss me
as the silence is deafening
the still grass in the backyard
is threatening
not a footprint to flatten a blade
all ***** as if marching a parade