The house is still asleep and dreaming

but I awaken to greet the dawn.

I leave behind my restful sleep

to silently put the coffee on.

My cup full, I open the curtains to view

the scene so peacefully quiet and calm.

The sky appears coral on the horizon

with artfully brushed clouds of grey

moving slowly across the lake.

To the west, the stars are shining

as I watch them seem to fade away.

I am filled with awe and wonder,

thankful to be here another day,

simply grateful to be alive.

Others seek what they will, creating conflicts

but it is in good will where I thrive.

Yet, like so many people of good will,

there’s a sleeping warrior within me still.

(October 2, 2025- Shelley A. Wilson