Early in the morning
Her ideas were preparing to arise
Gathering momentum from the dawn
Ready soon to spread across her skies

Early in the morning
Brewing like a tea of sleep steeped dreams
Her thoughts will gather strength enough to pour
Into the cup of day, bouquet and steam

Steam enough to waft
Her dream mist into lines of poetry
Lines that find expression by her hand
Out onto paper for the day to see

Later in the morning
She reads the morning paper to herself
The paper with some wisdom from her sleep
And rests it with the rest upon the shelf