Today refuses to break its silence.
Dawn holds its breath; the first rays
glisten on dew, a crisp scent of morning air,
holding back the chorus of waking sounds.
The rooster paces, crow stifled;
the air remains hushed.
You step outside, feeling the cold bite of frost,
feet crunching on ice, each step a muted echo.
Yesterday\'s shadows cling, hesitant to retreat,
the world awaits the usual morning clamour.
Neighbours stir behind drawn curtains,
a kettle hisses, the clink of a spoon,
all sounds folded back into the quiet.
The day resists, embracing its calm.
Birds perch, waiting for the signal,
the city stands poised, engines dormant.
You breathe in the crisp air,
a moment of peace, where silence reigns.
But anticipation builds within,
a pulse, a single note,
ready to erupt and shatter the stillness.
The sound of a day, precluded,
yet to burst forth, yet to come alive.