ROUTINE

The morning comes, birds chirp as a sign of declaration,
A sign of celebration,
Another day has come, a new start for the things to come
Ahead and follow through.
Coffee beans grind…..
The scent of coffee rises, as slowly it brews with hot fresh water
Stretching away, waking each part of the body, slowly
Rising and feeling each movement about
Onto encounter the refreshing coldness of the fosset water spashed
Into your face
The day waits, completing the morning routine
On goes the day as the sun grows warmer
Busy neighbors are out and about, walking their dogs,
Jogging, burning away whatever dinner they reposed through the night.
Long gone, each task is completed, the office is taken care off
The documents have been sealed
The calls made, the daily gossip has been shared at the normal spot
Sure, there was no time for that
Each hour passed, long and exhusting, what was in the morning light
Has gone with the sun’s flight
The day has come to an end…
Back home, to enjoy the brisk moment of silence.
The sun hides, every living creature makes their way to their home..
Silence falls over…the light of day gone..
The watchful eyes, the evening starts come, the dew falls submitting
Each and overtaking all.
The day is done.
Onto a night’s rejuvenating process…to wait for yet another day’s routine
That surely it will come…

Stillness..
growth of new life..
sprouting forth with great passion
To the light of day

 

Written - Friday, October 26, 2007 at 4:42pm