Morning

Misty air as gray as pewter

Cold, wet grass as green as green

In the aspen drops of bird-song

Break the silence; birds unseen



Foggy distance, split-rail fence

Darker colors from the dew

Gray-worn steps sigh underneath me

Cup of coffee, crystal view



Old house slumbers, still too early

Moon has faded, still no sun

Tired jean jacket, pulled in closer

Long weeds whisper: this is home



Cat perched high on rusty tractor

Barn door swinging, sound goes far

Out beyond this patch of quiet

Echoes of a lonely car



Feather-like the new day hovers

Here the pendulum's arc is slowed

Here I sit and breathe, awaiting

What will come, God only knows…