4 AM

Being a very early riser, I wanted to do a piece that paid tribute to a time of day, that for some is golden. Other early birds will probably know what I mean.

Black velvet satin 

Embracing cool summer air

Step outside; breathe it in

Feel the fog dampen your hair

Owl in the tree top

She watches with a wink

Crystal silence in my brain

The dripping of the sink

Lush violins and java

Smell delicious in my ears

Bows and strings and Keurig

No worries; no fears

A barking in the distance

Canine with attitude

He speaks his mind in darkness

When the day is new

Ticking of the antique clock

A whisper from a moth

4 AM; a day anew

Wrapped in silken cloth

Reviews

[dianalondon]

What a transcending description of this particularly cryptic hour of the day. Who doesn't love Edgar Allen Poe - esque mystery of the night. Great job with this piece you are very talented.

[Scott S]

Hi Diana,
Thank you so very much for your review. I have not written in the Cafe for awhile. Now that I have some time on my hands, I hope to get back in gear. Thanks again for your words, Diana. Take care.
Scott