Early Morning

I awaken to clattering sounds that stirs my senses in this early morning.
Rising from my covers I commit to physical movement to see what
commences.

The house remains darkened by the morning hour
while I proceed to my office window.

Lighting the desk lamp brings just enough of a glow
to reveal my writing tools, chair, and the adjacent glass to view through.

Upon first touch I get the sensation as the coolness embraces my fingertips.
Clearing the curtain reveals luminant blue casting as elements like white feathers dispense from the sky above.

As it brings on the frosty froth to the ground and windowsill
I'm left pondering these very things I've spoken here today.

The swirling dusty frigid conditions set the tone for creative collections of words produced through typers digits with modest sips from this mocha latte sitting upon my desk.

I'm finding a conclusion once little voices echo from stairs overhead.
The pattering of tiny feet brings this moment as I gaze out the window to a close.
Hopefully this early morning reminiscent time will come knocking again.