Poem: Tim J. Brennan

Should tell you

I saw you this morning, rising
as you will, as you have)

You dressed. I watched. Each
of us holding the world at arm’s
length, eyes searching as if
looking for silver coins.

There are days I wish
you’d stay until morning
light reaches past
our room’s blinds.
Like beauty recalled
by nature. Like this one.

And I should tell you so.


~ Tim J Brennan hails from southeastern Minnesota. His poetry continues to be a work in progress.He is a frequent contributer to Elegant Thorn Review.