Impatient for the day to begin

I emerge from my dark bedroom and head outside

To hurry it along

I clutch the old pilled sweater firmly against the early day

The edges of my nightgown wipe the dew from the grey green grass

I stand rooted

The morning greets me

A pine scented soft breeze washes away yesterday

As it glides gently through the family of trees

That have been here since long before me

Tall and friendly, watchful

Their voice

An orchestra of leaves

fluttering and swaying

performing nature’s sweet melodies

A relentless chorus of large crows, caw magnificently

emerging from their nighttime perches, black and iridescent

Noisily taking flight

Free

They rise up into the new day

stirring up the sky

circling and dancing

Is it for me?

My soul dances and smiles and sings out

in concert,

with grace

Speaking one language

Welcoming the morning

Grateful for its greeting

And for what is to follow

In all its possibilities and promise