I awaken

Upon this morning’s rise
Sky dancing
In morning glory blues
And fields of lavender pinks
Peers of Aqua marine patches 
Melt away
Through stone bluffs 
And woodland trees
I hear
A lone blue heron’s call
Followed by 
A rushing raven’s
Fly away
And a small tree peeper’s cheer
I feel
The grey pewter waters below 
Holding its bare blackened forest
With this night’s thick dampness 
My earth responds
Back to me
In a sweet cold calm