Banish Morning Fear

When he woke at dawn, it was his habit to think
each new day offered another adventure for him;
he smiled at himself, at his age to be concerned
with such thoughts, but still he liked the wonder of them.

But today, as he lay half-roused, a finger of fear
troubled his mind as if the morning’s surprise
might point out a sorrow born ahead of its time—
just then his wife stirred, opened her comfortable eyes.