First Thing in the Morning

Sometimes

nothing is

so sweet as

silence.

Only the

sound of

my deep,

gentle

breathing.

No noise

from the

television,

the radio,

the cars

and the

neighbors.

The sun rises,

the birds

chirp and

sing.

The breeze

jangles the

wind chimes

and rustles

the leaves.

And so

I lie there

in my bedclothes,

supine and soft,

savoring

the silence

of the dawn.