Still dark outside at six a.m.
And all asleep save me. I see
The fire’s still in but just a glow
So I must go and fetch some coal.
The door creaks open to the world
So cold and crackly under the stars,
A bright full moon and a few white clouds
Faintly seen. Meanwhile out there
Somewhere, two fields away, the sea
Growls and mutters to itself,
Impatient for the sun’s return.

Pete Crowther

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-early-morning-in-winter/