
Morning’s song awakens me. Outside my bedroom windows, birds chirp a happy song into the silence of dawn’s awakening, as if in welcoming back the light, they are singing praises to earth’s indefatigable journey around the sun.
It is early. Night still lingers and I lay still. Cocooned in my bed, the gentle breathing of my beloved quietly measuring the moments of awakening with their steady thrum.
Quietly, I slip from between the covers, pad barefoot into the kitchen, turn on the light above the stove, the halo of its soft glow casting back the shadows from where I begin my morning ritual of making coffee.
The world feels quiet outside the safe enclosure of our home. I have not yet read the news, not yet caught up on the happenings, out there, somewhere beyond the security of these four walls.
I cling to the silence. Wrap myself in the stillness and savour these last few moments of serene calm.
The world can wait.
For now, morning light beckons me to sink into contemplation. To slowly release night’s lingering shadows into dawn’s early light.
I breathe.
Deep.
Still, I wait.
Still, I let the world’s woes recede as I sit embraced within dawn’s soft silent light.
Dawn's Unfurling ©2023 Louise Gallagher Still morning waits cerulean sky stretched out reaching for the light above leafy branches waiting still for the sun’s welcome kiss to caress green fronds still waiting to unfurl beyond where I sit waiting still in dawn’s early light awakening birdsong chases away night’s lingering shadows pressing back against dawn's approach. still waiting I sit in silent communion wrapped within dawn’s early light unfurling across a cerulean sky.