Morning should bring renewal.
Well-rested eyes opening at their leisure
But the baby is hungry
And the trash truck came early
A tree limb hits the lawn
No rest for the weary.

Morning should allow for quiet reflection.
Observing the sunrise, a feasting bunny, and the opening of tender blooms
But the world has returned to work
With heavy machinery moving metal plates and slinging rocks
Trains shouting their arrival 
Grime and exhaust hanging heavy in the air.

Morning should offer solace and hope
A strong cup of coffee, the fresh scent of dawn
But the neighbor has moved away 
And pesticide flies on the breeze
Grab the babies; bar the doors
Send judgemental glares out the side window

Morning should be a great many things 
But even morning can have an off day.