Sunday Scribblings-Morning

Bright star of morning,
your gentle prodding
urges me to rise~
make haste
for the day slips by so quickly
Silence in every room
waiting to be broken
invites me to listen~
quiet now
for many voices are speaking
Birds all atwitter
the coffee pot is bubbling
clock ticking the minutes
just wait
for this time is so rare
Bright star of morning
commands my attention
I must pay homage
stand still
for the sun has yet to rise