A house empty with calm silence,
No one has risen yet,
Sun ascending up into the sky.
Stars and the moon nodding off,
Time for them to doze,
Where they meet in the land of dreams.
Tea kettle whistles; alerting me awake,
Eggs sizzle in a frying pan,
Toast meets melting butter.
Hopeful possibilities of a brand new day,
Breathing slowly in and out,
Promising to myself to carry morning peace.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013