Early Morning
Dawn flutters through the windowruffles at sleeping skin,
the room still dark
gently rouses from its slumber,
she twists and turns
but eyes now awakened,
sleep is eluding her
as dawn whispers her name.
She'll take the shawl
the fringe that covers up her shoulders
press the soles of heated heels
on the parquet floors, unpolished.
A gentle light is switched
its subtle glow enhancing
all that nature will endow
on an autumn early dawn.
A purring ball of warmth
will dance between her feet
and following insistent demand
she'll take the steps below.
A switch clicks to life
the java slowly brews,
the cat now fed is purring
he watches with his yellow eyes.
She will open up the double doors
and brew with steam a curling,
and walk on to the terrace
a silly kitten playing games
with the leaves that slowly fall.
A pinkish light is filtering
showing shadows on the lawn
she will think of words and scores
unwritten, except in mind.
This day has dawned,
the lap of sea on shores
memories of the conch she lifted
and listened with her childhood ears,
she will dream and drift a while
a cat beside her curling
the early morning breeze
enticing him to play.
In a little while
she will take her aromatic brew
and start a day anew.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-09-28 at 07:58
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