My Morning

I wake in darkness lazily and loll around in bed,
Just sifting through the rhymes that prance around inside my head.

The dawn cracks open like an egg’s prize plop into a bowl;
I scramble up to start my day and now I’m on a roll.

What joy to delve into whatever book I might be reading.
I’m coddled in the covers, all the comfort I am needing.

Two chapters down, my sunny side is ready for the day.
I head to my computer, see which comments came my way.

When that is over, easy – time for juice and getting dressed;
Three minutes later – out the door – an early walk is best.

My breakfast waits when I return and, too, The New York Times;
Hard-boiled reporters nail the news of politics and crimes.

With coffee down, I shower and spiff up, for all is well;
The morning is behind me, like the remnants of a shell.