POEM: Morning Steps

He often listens
for the steps of the new day
outside his house.
It’s always quiet
as it draws near,
but sometimes he can sense it
holding its breath beside the window,
bursting with enthusiasm.
Sometimes he hears the morning
make a sound like satisfaction,
but always just in a whisper,
like a soft new wind that wants to share
its self-confidence with someone.
He listens carefully
to hear the sound of sunshine
as it steps among the trees
distributing its favors.