I awaken

Upon this morning’s rise

Sky dancing

In Morning Glory blues

And fields of lavender pinks

Peers 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

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