Things of the Morning

The things of the morning of are quiet, small, and quaint
Understanding the night has gone away, faint faint faint.
Dim and dark until the shine comes through
Waking, waking, waking to the new.
Rise up and roll to the world,
Unclenched fists, unfurl unfurl.
A splash of water, a brush of the hair
The things of the morning are shining and clear.
A rush to the fresh air and dash back in
A rush back out and in again.
A talk of words, a smile, and a see, see, see
And back again to watch Eve, Eve.
The cafe is sweet, the air is breathing its take
Here I am this morning, awake awake awake.

-An Original Poem by Juana :)