Early Morning (Poem)

I walk outside before dawn

To breathe in the quietness of this time

And watch the clouds move across the moon.

All is cast in tones of gray and shadow,

And there is a sense of abeyance,

A momentary hush,

As if the world has taken a brief pause

For meditation and reflection.

Soon enough the sky will fill with the colors of morning,

And the sounds of the day will begin.