I awake before birds begin to sing
Twilight undertones frame my sky
Soft light streams up to me
Grey clouds roll through Lake Ann
Spreading over hills
As fog lifts off the cove

Morning first light
Paints new streaks of hot pink
Across cloud underside, bellies

And then blue sky unfolds
Just as pink fades

Suddenly —
All night colors leave
And green shows back up
For its day shift

I wrap Maude’s quilt
Around my shoulders
Close and warm

Then breathe softly
As I intently listen
For the first bird song

 

Lake Ann photo