Early Morning

I love early morning. I adore the first snow fall. I am grateful for this earth.

Early Morning

Life emerges new here.
It's early morning breath
pinkens the sky
lingering over soft mountains
offering up
simplicity.

The silence of snow looming
relinquishing the first flurry
of early winter.
Each delicate flake
a child dancing,
playful in their wake.

I watch from the inside
sipping hot chammomile
aware of my presence
in this world.
My ability to slide
into the steam of my tea,
the blood of my hands
into each flake of snow
arriving safely
on expectant ground.