My day wakes early
near the sound of birds
and the yawns of babies
a walk near the ocean
met with swimming in a lake
we live like Romans do
in the height of suburbia
sleep between crashing oceans
the silence of a loved accomplice
critters in a full lit night
where we may own the stars
small work
getting ready in the evenings
owning up to books
our surroundings of
interpreted happiness
Passive Architect 
One reply on “My day wakes early”
Hi Kellie – I just stumbled across your site and poetry – I see we share a common interest in travel, hiking and words. Your poetry is so beautifully crafted – it makes me feel rested just to read it. Best wishes from Oz, Julie (50wordsfor50countries.com)