I feast on the orange glow
Of a new day rising over rooftops
Drink in the freshness of the cold air
Bringing life to my lungs and face
I listen to the birdsong
Play in tandem with traffic
And walk along darkened streets
Still wet by last night’s rain
Thought begin to stir and talk
Building plans and expectations
Of what this day may bring
But for now in this moment
This morning hour
I have all the world about me
Or poetry for breakfast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem