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