Morning Soft Song Poem by Susan Lacovara

With only the rain's rhythm
To announce another Saturday
I welcome the quiet of awakening thoughts
I steer from the static
Of televised chatter
Noise that offends the ear

The hum of my house
Pleasant enough
The clock's steady swinging pendulum
Counting the minutes of calm
The distant soft purr
Of my ancient cat
Reminds me
To him, each day quite the same

Outside the thirsty ground swells
A soaking soon after summer went away
The slightest of haze hovers the lake
As to keep the day in a sleepy state

I care not to disturb the serenity
Lounging instead with a lazy swallow
Of a well steeped cup of Earl Grey tea
And time for me
Yes... time for me

The fattened dog appears from another room
Attentively curls around my feet
He's fond of slow steps and stretches
And mornings when my attention
Is not yet focused elsewhere

If to bottle this hour
Save it, store it on a high shelf
Knowing soon the trees will be bare
The winds with biting brutality
Will cause me hesitation
Of taking to the streets
For my early mind clearing wanderings
Than I would preserve this gentle morning
Of rainfall that offers a song