the early morning: a poem
Published in
Sep 25, 2023
the early morning
with its silence
is like a comforting hollow
i burrow into each day:
no one awake, all asleep
and so
i can enjoy the silence,
the deep blue-tinged sky
before dawn,
the crickets and the cool
night air, the stories
that creep out of their nooks
in the night.
i am an owl, and this
is my time.
