In the blackness of morning
When all is quiet.
The streetlights play catch with yellow discs
In unsyncopated rhythm
A newspaper truck roars by
Adding urgency to the early hour.
A light rain glistens on road stripes
As the mist adds mystery to the treeline.
Sneakers smartly smack the pavement
In metronome like constancy.
Purple skies on the eastern horizon
Awaken the populace
For another day of labor.
As kettles whistle and griddles sizzle
I am returning home
Where the dogs wait patiently
At the front door.