morning starlight fills the eyes

all up early in the cool air
ugg boots
(can we even use that australian word now
without fear of copyright infringement...)
two content children with their
cups of tea n toast n poetry books at the table...
no intrusive box of noise in these hours
one sleepy mother
slowly stirring to the caffine scent which
rouses her from her sleep
the father
(your humble diarist and correspondent)
up early to sit in silence with the lord
giving up all methods n trying
too tired now as we rush to the paschal feast
just the darkness and silence of the pre-dawn world
a candle
an old battered book of daily prayers
creaky knees
distractions -
the daily papers lying from van to lawn
earlier risers leaving in the dark
clatter n rattle n shale of the autumnal winds
but time well spent
such are days as they begin
this one better than many others
sans demands
sans stress
sans too much of anything much
which was just
what we needed