Slow Mornings

slow mornings
follow restless sleep

snippets of dreams still swirl

I sip my hot coffee.

slow mornings

reading with the Earth's rotation

the simple song of a towhee repeats

I breathe in the smell of fresh rain.

slow mornings 

challenge the silence

distractions put away,

I sit in my joy and sorrow.

slow mornings

fill the empty space

in the quiet after a train passes

I embrace the stillness.

slow mornings

bring me back to me

an authentic, present me

in my nightgown, I gaze out.