First Light

In the first light of morning,
The day’s music begins.
Bird song floats while Earth is warming.  

I turn to sneak a peek at my prince charming,
And wish for sounds of a hundred violins
In the first light of morning.  

Today will not be like yestermorning
When skies were dark and good news thin.
I’m hearing the bird song float while Earth is warming.  

I pour coffee, now many years habit-forming,
And wait while minutiae in my head takes a spin
In this first light of morning.  

I find a prayer for the day is forming
As each of my cats stretch out their limbs,
And bird song floats while Earth is warming.  

I am grateful to be here with a lust for learning;
Casting aside all might-have-beens
In the first light of morning
When bird song floats while Earth is warming.