Early light
three three three
Butterflies!
Waiting for the first light
the first bird call
Before knowing it I hear it
faintly far away
Knowing it it blends
into the faucet drip
Drip chirp drip chirp
The lamp light cuts
the room's morning darkness
Slowly
the light area becomes darker
the dark area becomes lighter
Washed together
Dawn
Coming back from a lost moment
to the water-running-in-the-pipes sound
of the warm fire
the wooden
creak of the rocking chair
the thin winter light