The quiet house sits still in the dark
Waiting
For the rustling of slippers to come down the hall
For the first light to shine on a glimmer of open eyes
To open up to a new day
The floorboards creek under my feet as my tiptoes reach the sleepy corners of the walls
Stretching and yawning
Myself and the house
All are asleep but me
The dog squints one eye and sighs, not bothering to join me yet.
I start to send invitations that it is time
The morning shower steam
The crunch of granola flakes
and the whistling tea pot
Soon chaos will ensue
For now I want to sit
Quiet and still
Tired but treasured are these moments
The calm before the storm
Waiting
For the rustling of slippers to come down the hall
For the first light to shine on a glimmer of open eyes
To open up to a new day
The floorboards creek under my feet as my tiptoes reach the sleepy corners of the walls
Stretching and yawning
Myself and the house
All are asleep but me
The dog squints one eye and sighs, not bothering to join me yet.
I start to send invitations that it is time
The morning shower steam
The crunch of granola flakes
and the whistling tea pot
Soon chaos will ensue
For now I want to sit
Quiet and still
Tired but treasured are these moments
The calm before the storm
