Waking early before the dawn,
I tiptoe tentatively into the warm morning air.
That moment of peace,
before the household stirs
and stretches its sleepy limbs.
The air is still, no birdsong yet,
No breath of wind to gently shake the leaves.
That moment of calm,
before the sun appears
and spreads its morning warmth.
The sky is dark, no street lamps glow,
No clouds to shield the moon or smudge the stars.
That moment of wonder,
before the mantle is discarded
and a falling star is glimpsed.
This is my contribution to National Poetry Day, where the theme is 'Stars'. This really happened to me a couple of weeks ago.