When the World is Still

When the world is still,

when predawn so subtly changes

the sky

in the same unrushed manner

as the return

of open eyes,


I thrive.


Only the birds

are lively,

but their cheerful news

I entertain;

through the open windows,

they chirp tidings

using my name.


Sun rises in splendor

just for me,

not showing off

but in loving gesture,

the selfless giving

endlessly unique.


I wonder how infused

you are in my perspective.

Would this morning

be as beautiful

if my life

did not have

you in it?


Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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