Dawn

But not all awake

Adjusting to the brightness and colors of the universe,

The touch of the cold air, and the sounds of morning stillness

I pause and watch the white sky reflect hidden sun.

That moment happens,

like a crescendo of notes,

when all colors are vivid with light.

My eyes and the sun have played a magical dance

and held hands to dance that quick sliver of time –

when dawn turns to day

and I fully wake to my breath.

I make a mug of mint tea.