Sounds Of Morning Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Gray dawn,
Just before sunrise,
quieter than a mouse...
The house whispers under
the yellow light I left on to tease
the darkness and prevent stubbed toes.
The hour, my usual morning rising,
out of a restless sleep, any how, at this
haunting 4: 38 a.m.
The television serenades with 'That Old Black Magic, '
singing about love, again, now crooning softllly,
I'll See You In My Dreams', with sounds of 1940
by one of the Dorsey boys and what a trip this is.
Me sitting here doodling words, waiting for sunrise,
while you persistently tap dance around in my head
to song now sweetly playing, 'Let's Face The Music and
Dance.'

Have you noticed, I am out of step...had it moving pretty
good at first.
Guess I'd better stop while I am ahead in this gray morning
of tv melodies.

Frank Sinatra, now singing 'You Go To My Head.'
Gee,
I wish you were here!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing