Another Consideration

Does the sun wake
from its slumber
the same as I
these late fall
mornings?

Frigid, unwilling,
and tired from
the long day gone,
the longer day ahead.
My restless eyes survey

from the window.
I watch brilliant
oranges, reds, yellows
explode over the
horizon,

scathe the sky with
astounding light, and
suffuse a pale pink
film over the entire
neighborhood.