The window to the east  

heralds a rhythm of light.  

In the early morning hours,  

It is difficult to determine  

whether the bluish-glow of dawning 

or a streetlamp captures my gaze. 

Visual verification is necessary  

before deciding to roll over or begin my day. 

Lights flicker on as I descend the stairs,  

approaching the darkened kitchen. 

A red light signals the coffee is ready. 

Opening the refrigerator for a splash of cream,  

the interior emits a soft yellow hue. 

Caffeine in hand, I walk upstairs 

to view the orange sunrise 

as it filters through the barren trees 

outside the window.

Carole Novak, Oak Park Writers Group

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