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
