Ode to Mornings

 wake to the sound of mourning doves outside my open window

The smell of damp earth from morning dew wander in with the chilled breeze.

The golden light from the east of my window welcome’s  me to the new dawn and day

I almost wish to keep sleeping to the lullaby of morning’s rise 

Yet I wake and let the rosie fingered dawn to wipe the sleep from my eyes and awake.