Beautiful arrives early
as a fruit & granola mix
awaits in a cereal bowl
while the first cup brews.
On this first-dip-in-temps morn,
newness of autumn stirs outside.
From the front porch I hear
chimes’ chatter in brisk breezes,
their motion calls for second looks.
I see streams of eastern sunlight enter
pouring through an opened-front door.
Hanging-basket ferns’ shadows dance;
I count fronds’ steps crossing porch slats.
Mr. Coffee’s electric kettle hums along.
The fridge, grandfather clock, and PC join
their motorized hums, beats synchronized.
I touch my heart which joins the rhythms.
Beautiful arrives early on this fall morning.
I am lucky enough to catch all this at once
before it leaves – at once.