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