morning

I am somber in the mornings.
When everything is quiet.
The sky is still calm; no bustle in the streets.
Everything is waking from a sleepy state of being.
And the earth seems so slow
The sun seems young
Coffee stays warmer
Inside my ceramic cup.
And I am quiet in my soul
Reserved in my mind.
The clouds they seem so fresh
The trees are wide awake.
The softness in the minutes
That make up 6 am.
It makes me stop and smile
Where I can think freely for a while
The sun sits heavy and low
In the rear view mirror
Turning country roads.
And somehow no matter where I am…
These mornings make it feel like home.
And with a heart so heavy
And tired from weathering a storm
I feel my bones relax sweetly
Deep beneath my skin
And something so enchanting about a peaceful quiet morning..
The beauty in the silence
The glistening glades of grass
And soon it slips away…
As the sun ascends higher perched into a September sky..