Mornings

Pour a cup of coffee, strong and dark, sitting at the breakfast table sipping in the day just before sun rise, I can see the distant rays of light rising just above the horizon, hear the traffic roar to a slow start; casting glimmers of yesterday and today with tomorrow only a fleeting thought to the mornings shared and unwinding; greet the day, the night is quickly passing and tho morning glistens on the frost nothing stays and all of life is passing.