In this room,

Whose walls are pale

And limestone blue,

One window opens to the south east,

And there I stand and wait for the sun

To come shine in.

It’s not til noon,

Or the very least eleven til

The sun, who rose early in the east,

Finds its way around the southern sky

To peek into my life

And finally say hi

In the morning.

So the sun and I have brunch.

He has coffee,

And I have tea.

And with the sunshine in my eye,

I see so clearly now

That I must smile

As I bathe in the yellow light

Cascading in 

To my southeastern window.

-jenn