ACCOLADE TO THE MORNING
Darkness overbears the horizon
While mist holds longingly to the tips of the grass.
Mandolin plays a soft ballad background
Gently plucking the notes of
A crescendo to morning.
Darkness begins to lessen its grip.
Clouds resemble cider down
Blowing sweetly this way and that.
Sink back into my rocking chair
While my coffee blows whiffs of cinnamon and hazelnut
And warms my chest as it settles there.
What playful darkness…
A game of cat and mouse with the dawn.
I inhale — preparation for another day.
Tranquility shakes my hand —
Signing a peace treaty to the war.
Darkness crawls into a hole.
Dawn captures the mouse again.
The rising of the sun.
The trajectory of life.