A Slight Breeze

A slight breeze is blowing this early morning,

the sun barely up, a faint glow of orange, slowly

rising it seems, like me from my own bed, hazy headed

but awake, and I am greeted today by a silence broken

by my own noises scuffling about, making breakfast,

caffeine laden and strong, the clink of a spoon

against a favored mug, and by the slight breeze blowing,

the whisper of leaves stirring among the trees, and a lone

bird, up early, too, beginning his morning song.