Morning Soft Song

With only the rain's rhythm To announce another Saturday I welcome the quiet of awakening thoughts I steer from the static Of televised chatter Noise that offends the ear The hum of my house Pleasant enough The clock's steady swinging pendulum Counting the minutes of calm The distant soft purr Of my ancient cat Reminds me To him, each day quite the same Outside the thirsty ground swells A soaking soon after summer went away The slightest of haze hovers the lake As to keep the day in a sleepy state I care not to disturb the serenity Lounging instead with a lazy swallow Of a well steeped cup of Earl Grey tea And time for me Yes... time for me The fattened dog appears from another room Attentively curls around my feet He's fond of slow steps and stretches And mornings when my attention Is not yet focused elsewhere If to bottle this hour Save it, store it on a high shelf Knowing soon the trees will be bare The winds with biting brutality Will cause me hesitation Of taking to the streets For my early mind clearing wanderings Than I would preserve this gentle morning Of rainfall that offers a song