a dawn rising

In the quiet hush of this day's dawn,
I rock—
      gently,
            back and forth,
a pendulum of thought in the porch's cradle.

Cupped warmth in my hands,
the aroma of coffee blends with the crisp morning air,
a wonderous scent to awaken the senses.

The horizon blushes,
      a canvas of light—
            painting the sky with the first kiss of day.

Silhouettes of gum trees etch into the awakening blue,
a rugged dance of shadows and light,
the world unfolding in slow motion.

Here, in this moment,
      time is a languid river,
            and I am adrift,
                  savoring the solitude,
                        before the world stirs.