Breakfast at Wally's

 
The sun gets up later in winter  
but in my bedroom, a light softly penetrates  
through the blinds and curtains,  
I think “should I go for a run?”
but I’m only half awake.  

The house is quiet  
it’s cold outside but the sounds  
of birds and cars  
are beginning to shape the day,  
And I begin to get hungry.  
 
While all my loves are still sleeping  
I get the coffee started  
I make the eggs and bacon  
with a side of hash browns and I say to myself:  
“Hey Dove, I’m the one who’s cooking!”