morning song

oh, Morning,

you couldn’t wait.

Sometimes, you arrive as an unannounced visitor

too early for me to greet you with a welcoming hug.

But I join you anyway,

with sleepy eyes and a cup of tea,

my journal, a pen in hand, and shuffling feet.

We sit together on the front steps

first in darkness, then in light.

You think you can charm me with a symphony of song

from cheerful birds waking the world.

You might be right.