How gentle is the voice
Of the first person to awaken
Creeping softly onto the stage
Where no sound visits
Where no actions await
How magnificent is the scent
Of the first smell to befriend
Soon the vital gurgling
The coffee pot is urging
More of the spirit to commence
The sunrise validates
The heart as it romanticizes
How precious all is
The frost on the rooftops
The stillness within
How short is this period of silence
Such singular pleasures
The beginning of each story
Each day is the start of
Another page or a new chapter
Gentle silence the escort
What ensues doesn't matter.
-Kelly Voelker
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