Morning

The sky yawns wide in the bleary predawn grey,

and a wind tumbles out, showering the earth with scents and nonsense songs

and scattering the last few drops of dew.

Fingers of sunlight comb through the mountain pines

and brush out the trailing wisps of cloud,

while the emerging light dresses everything in confident colors.

Then the egg-yolk sun rises over cinnamon crumb peaks,

and it is time to step out into a brand new day.