Today refuses to break its silence,

dawn holds its breath, the first rays

glisten on dew or frost or snow,

holding back the chorus of waking sounds.

 

The rooster paces, crow stifled, the air remains hushed.

You step outside, feeling the stillness,

feet crunching on frost, every step a muted echo.

Yesterday's shadows cling, hesitant to retreat,

the world precludes 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, holding to its calm.

 

Birds perch, waiting for the cue,

the city stands poised, engines dormant. 
As you breathe in the crisp air,

a moment of peace, where silence reigns.

 

But life waits in the wings, the catalyst,

a single note, ready to unravel the stillness,

the sound of a day, precluded

yet to break out, yet to burst forth.