Early Morning

Dawn flutters through the window
ruffles 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-28 at 07:58

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A perfect morning, beautifully presented.

Beautiful Beautiful Poem
Morning Rhythm
I enjoyed it so much

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a soft dream like quality to this that has me drifting over it as I read it almost as I would glide over a shorescape if I were a gull.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the detail makes this rich to all the senses, because what we can't literally see and touch and etc. we can imagine, you've given us that.

Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Elle,

This poem is a wonderful evocation of serene sensuality, of benign nature caressing gentle culture: if only the world at large could share your vision of a perfect start to the day.



Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
A gentle genteel domeric tableaux ala Days Of Wine and Roses Mademoiselle, one experiences the moment through your classic style.

Oh, I like this a lot. A picture of comfortable domesticity. And I swoon for any poem that alludes to coffee!