Morning

Here it is

Morning

On a pond

To the East

Here it is

Time

In the form of a day

Here it is light

Reflecting away

The blue in sky

The green in evergreen

Earth brown and red

Rock white

Here it is cold as a morning can be

Because of the month and in spite of the light

I listen with the patience of trees

To all the sounds around and about me

Things singing dropping jumping scraping springing

Waving rippling rustling humming humming humming

I listen to things being and their passing.

© Armell