Morning

Sonnet

Waking to the sticky, sleepy weekend,

the darkness before dawn, heavy silence.

I welcome the morning like an old friend.

Each sound a shout, each movement like violence.

The world is amplified before sunrise,

an emptiness of the roads apparent.

Mankind comes to life in front of my eyes,

slowly, their sleepiness plain, transparent.

Darkness, over her worldly kingdom rules,

drenching her subjects in drowsy relief.

And they resign, what soft, exhausted fools!

Until night is stolen by Dawn, the thief.

The sunrise, her annual adorning-

announcing the day, coming of morning.