My favorite time of day, early mornings
The sun moves slowly and gently through
the open door and window panes
Shadow trees dance upon the floor, just for me
The Sparrow calls out-a lone voice from
the Crabapple Tree
Even the traffic sounds are muted
The pleasant whirring of tires meeting
Asphalt
The weather is cool still, as the sunbeams
shoo away the morning clouds
The shadow Trees are slipping away
The Sparrow has moved on
The traffic sounds…like traffic
The coffee maker beeps a warning
it’s job is done for the morning
The heat arrives like coiling tendrils,
Choking out the chill
Morning makes way for day
