Monday Morning

By Don Iannone

Monday morning darkness fades

as shimmering sunlight fills the front window.

Cheerful bird voices punctuate the sunrise

taking its time deciding what color dress to wear.

The three cats do their morning yoga

while I wait with puffed eyes and unruly hair

for fragant last drops of coffee to fill the awaiting pot.

Thoughts of writing a poem drift hopelessly through my consciousness--

knowing even a feeble poem requires a half cup of morning brew.

The day has started and so have I.