Quiet morning,
the edge of light
folding the shadows back
into the wood.
My hands struggle
with the memories of the alarm
fold back the covers.
I, only, watch and breathe.
Shadows shift
as I come into the day.
The peace of sleeping
tender.
I am the first
to disturb the pace:
a house, a family and pet
breathing darkness exhaling dreams.
Begin breakfast, brew coffee
create the magic of smells.
My first steps into a day off
tending my favorite garden.