Vanilla and coffee at dawn (a poem)

I have been waking up early all week, it seems…

The scent of vanilla candles
and the mere mention of clovers
is enough to spur random associations
that disappear in seconds

Awake at five-thirty
Darkness blankets the room
guarding the pre-dawn silence

The candles flicker

Vanilla and coffee
fill the air

Outside, it’s getting light

(19 September 2015)