I get up early while you’re still asleep;
avoid the cats while creeping down the stairs,
try not to wake you with my leaden feet,
and stumble over work boots into chairs.
The floor is cold, and so’s the toilet seat,
the sink is laced with toothpaste and stray hairs.
The cat tray smells and they both want to eat;
I need some tea before I sort out theirs.
I grab a rug as I search for a pen –
a chill hangs in the early morning air.
I raise the blind and look out at the garden
where the half-light and shade conceal a deer.
From dawn’s faint light a sonnet’s words appear,
reminding me why I love living here.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd January 2019
Another sonnet for dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: the Sonnet
This is a rewrite of a sonnet I wrote during NaPoWriMo 2017, which some of you might remember was originally called ‘Sunday Morning Inspiration’.