An Awakening

                                            At dawn,
I woke and walked into our living room –

                                            (The room,
asleep in early shadows of walls and furnishings.)

                                            Then,
through the blinds of the kitchen window,

                                            shortening shadows,
                            – LIGHT –

        Breaking upon the island table,
              where freshly cut tulips
                and Pink Lady apples
                were in conversation.

                                            And seeing me,
invited me to sit with morning tea.