Silent Dawn Poem by Barry Middleton

there is no music in my room
the fog outside my windowpane
mutes the song of the mockingbird

the stolid palms await the breeze
to wake the breath of life and time
the silence is the comfort of grief

the meditative pause of morn
brings sadness and a calming mood
only the poet feels the hush

the intermission cannot last
a knock upon the door will come
the fog will melt and birds will sing

then poets face the pain of day
the hectic fevered pulse of life
till silent dawn pretends once more