I awaken

upon this morning’s rise

sky dancing

in morning glory blues

and fields of lavender pinks

piers of aquamarine patches

melt away

through stone bluffs

and woodland trees

I hear

a lone blue heron’s call

followed by

a rushing raven’s

flyway

then a small tree peeper’s cheer

I feel

the grey pewter waters below

holding their bare blackened forest

within this night’s thick dampness

my earth responds

back to me

in a sweet, cold, calm