I awoke naturally at 5:30am on a Saturday morning.
The sunlight just peeking through the windows
The birds still slumbering before their morning song
As I slowly sit up in bed
A gentle debate between arising now, awake I am
Vs. fighting for more sleep.
Decided as I sit up and quietly dress
As I leave the bed, my wife rolls over
"it will be ok" she whispers in her sleep
The world is still in the living room as I set the kettle for tea
Warm cup in hand, I sit on the couch and just allow what is to be.
I love poetry.