Morning Sun

The magic is the miracle of sun
that wakes
each day at morning
when birdsong is past preamble;
and then a cup
of coffee laced with sugar and  poured with cream,
dark roasted grain
that's oh so sweet and earthy;

then to return
to hot and moistened skin between cool sheets
and experience once again
that sleepy welcome;
so to make
the first of this day's celebrations
rich with touch.

No good day begins at once, 
but slowly
with care and vows of trust
and, perhaps, without awareness:
life begun.