I wake
rising from a nest of flannel with angles & sighs
to the ordinary rituals of
greeting
the
darkness with unremarkable chores
performed with the discipline of a
rancher in winter
coffee warming to boiling
sky dark and unfolding
there is a draped stillness here
before the birds wake
before the dome of sky turns hazy iris blue
molecules scattered by promise or portent
soft the morning comes
languid magic of color & form
the oak suddenly distinguishable against the day
dimensional and quivering in a slight breeze
cooling chill of dawn
I wake
moving in ministrations of a tender worship
of breath and
reverent appreciation of now
fire warming
coffee transforming
waking becomes remarkable against the surprising whiteness of sky
here captured by the texture of wool to weather
skin to bone
life to the quiet patience of December
to become day
rising from a nest of flannel with angles & sighs
to the ordinary rituals of
greeting
the
darkness with unremarkable chores
performed with the discipline of a
rancher in winter
coffee warming to boiling
sky dark and unfolding
there is a draped stillness here
before the birds wake
before the dome of sky turns hazy iris blue
molecules scattered by promise or portent
soft the morning comes
languid magic of color & form
the oak suddenly distinguishable against the day
dimensional and quivering in a slight breeze
cooling chill of dawn
I wake
moving in ministrations of a tender worship
of breath and
reverent appreciation of now
fire warming
coffee transforming
waking becomes remarkable against the surprising whiteness of sky
here captured by the texture of wool to weather
skin to bone
life to the quiet patience of December
to become day
