At Dawn

Walking back home at a brisk pace Following the narrow path Along the top of a snow covered ridge With mist dissolving, the sky quite cloudless Morning now, well on it's way, A few cars now seen on the road below Through the gate, up the stone walkway Into the warm open kitchen, flooded with light Mouth watering smells of bacon and coffee Newspaper waiting, red cheeked, and satisfied This perfect way to start the day, Wondering why When day had first dawned As she lie in the warmth of her bed There was any hesitation.