Morning songs

There’s a certain cadence coming from morning hours,

a rush and a rhythm that

comes from the silence of slumber

and early morning city-life.

It’s dark, and not as cold as you think,

and even leaves tiptoe down the sidewalks,

unwilling to break silence, yet.

The flowers haven’t woken up,

the sun starts stirring

and most of the stars are awake,
blinking their diamond eyes wide.

As the clock gets older

the sound of music taps its feet faster,

building the bare bones for the intercity banter

you hear, walking the streets.