Why I Wake at 6:00 AM
Brew of hazelnut coffee, cinnamon scent
of raisin-bread toast flavor my kitchen. Curled
fuzz of cat snoozes on the couch. My husband
still drifts amidst his dreams. Dawn sprinkles
the sunroom with saffron light.
I unwrap the quiet like the gift it is; lift out
words tucked beneath the tissue paper.
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Yes!! This is why I get up earlier, too. That quite before the cacophony of the day prepares me to meet the noise of the day head-on!! Great poem!
The sensuality starts with food and expands into your house, your life. Another treat from KG!
Love that the words in this poem are as soft and quiet as 6 AM mornings. I especially love the final two lines; makes me want to become a morning person finally, haha!
BTOTD
…best time of the day
I unwrap the quiet like the gift it is; lift out
words tucked beneath the tissue paper.
Oh, those last two lines!
Thank you all for the uplift!!!!