Daybreak

I woke this morning, Tiptoed down the stairs, Made my coffee, And stepped outside into The thick, breathless silence That only fog can bring. Grass and trees invisible, Not a single birdsong, No dripping from the trees, Not a whisper of wind, No sound at all. Mesmerized by the Completeness of the quiet, I sat on the steps And drank my coffee. Slowly, slowly, the mists Began to swirl and thin And turn to a golden haze Until the sun broke through, And the birds began to sing. The day had begun.