8:00 Am

It's a cool,
October morning
8:00 Am

Cicadas chirping their morning song,
everyone else sleeping
but a
comforting, secure, warmness
as if
everyone as one.

Television remotely low
along with the morning melody
of the chirping cicadas.

Brisk and chilly,
more on its way

Warm blankets, cozy wool socks
keeping the tingling, numbed,
toes heated.

The clock ticks
away
what seems like
forever
This peacefullness
changes
from
one to all.