Thursday, November 13, 2008

Awake to this Morning

Early morning
Quietly breathing
In its own
Rich way

Unable to stir those
Who sleep in silence
Awaiting the narrow call
Of a starter’s signal
Rousing them into
A new days race

Few truly notice
The beauty of this morning
The river seems still
But its belly is full and round

The surface of the water
Braised with all the colors
Of overheated steel
Reflecting back
Gently but lively
Into the morning sky

Cool air finds me under my collar
Grassy dew holds to my boots
My body lightens as
I join this morning song

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