Dawn

All is silent and still, yet something has awakened you
All is dark and quiet, yet some impulse pushed you up,
to perform the morning ritual of dark, steaming coffee.
And you sip, and wait, for the slow raise of the day star
And when the dim, blue dawn, finally,
opens the curtain for the morning light,
ribbons of pink and yellow muslin adorn the pale blue robe.
Glass beads oozing on the window invite the fingertips to play
and absorb the essence of life in their million crevices.
Then you see, beyond the prism of dew drops,
the golden tips of the fir trees,
all aligned and straight up,
ready for the review of the master of the day.