In the morning mists I hear a whisper,
a gentle call that lures me from my sleep.
Soft and soothing sounds; a prayer, a vesper,
the dawn of day – a piece of life to keep.
Freshness of the air is getting crisper
as I awaken, breathing life in deep.
Morning mists do bring me to discover,
there’s a brave new world outside these covers.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013