Poetry Friday: Before the Sun Wakes

Happy Poetry Friday! Last Sunday I woke early and padded into my office. Sleepy-eyed, I noticed something through the window – a light. Several lights, actually, in the house beyond our backyard. I stood by the window while I wondered who was awake in that house? Were they off to work? Leaving to catch a plane? In my mind I imagined a young adult, home for the holidays, but now needing to return to a life somewhere else. It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it filled me with a nostalgia that perhaps I had been there before, both as the one leaving and the one staying.

Before the Sun Wakes

Before the sun wakes,
before the birds call,
the lights in the little house,
warm and welcoming,
signal that someone is stirring.
Thankful for the laughter,
thankful for the love,
but needing to leave,
the lights in the little house
will always be there,
warm and welcoming.

For more poetry fun, head over to Beyond Literacy Link where Carol has the roundup and reminds us to remember there is much to appreciate in the world. Thanks for reading, and may your weekend be warm and welcoming.

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12 Responses to Poetry Friday: Before the Sun Wakes

  1. Linda Mitchell says:

    What sweetness in this poem. I love looking at lights in houses during my winter walks and times that I’m up early. You’ve captured the curiosity I feel at those times…wondering who is up and why.. I hope everyone has a home full of love and light like this one to return to.


    • rosecappelli says:

      Thank you, Linda. Do you know the picture book Windows by Julia Denos and E.B.Goodale? It’s about a boy walking his dog and his curiosity when the lights go on in the houses he passes. I think you would relate!


  2. kareneastlund4898 says:

    Love it, Rose. You captured the sentiment! Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Thank you for the encouragement, Rose! Your words echo a poem I awoke with this morning… I will hope to share it on a future Poetry Friday (when I figure out all the posting/linking!). Beautiful words for ending the week!

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  4. cvarsalona says:

    Rose, this poem is perfect for this time of year when family comes and goes. It reminds me of my son getting up for work at 5 turning on the lights downstairs. I was able to get back to sleep but he was milling around.

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  5. janicescully says:

    Sweet poem, Rose, and it reminded me of my son who just visited, leaving again for California way too early. But our lights I hope he knows, “will always be there.”

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  6. maryleehahn says:

    This brings back lots of memories of leaving early-early to get to Denver and make a flight back to Ohio, grateful for the time at one home, but anxious to be back at the other.

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  7. mbhmaine says:

    Such a lovely mood to your poem! I often ponder lit-up windows as I drive to work in the dark. I love the way the light spills out onto snow in winter.

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  8. Oh, Rose, this is just a sigh of loveliness.

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  9. Janet F. says:

    The warmth of lights and love help us so in almost any dark time. I love how your poem captured this feeling, Rose.

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