Sunday Sonnet - Ready

Awake in the soft hours of the morning

I walk barefoot across the cool wood floor

I slow down the thoughts so busy forming

And listen to the stillness in my core

I stand at the window looking aloft

The air is silken gray and pearly white

The clouds hover low and full, winter soft.

I breathe in the morning, drink in the light.

My reverie dissipates like lake-mist

As practical considerations rise

Not ready to tackle the to-do list

But ready for children with sleepy eyes

We will fill this day more than weather

We’ll tell stories, sing, and laugh together.