Saturday Morning Poem by Selene White

Waking up to a pink lemonade sunrise
Shining into my mocha eyes
Dreams replaying in my head

White sheets are a veil covering dreams
Of the silence of the night

A novel on the bedstand,
Violin playing a chilling song
Oversized sweater casting a curtain over my body

The loud humming of my coffee maker
Brewing bitter coffee in the still silence
Numbing my mind with its daily song

A sigh escapes past my lips
As I take a sip
Letting it burn the tip of my tongue
Flipping through my book of daydreams

I hum as morning comes in passing
A Saturday as lazy as the sunrise itself