I can feel the warmth through my eyelids
I can see the orange light flickering
It's trying to pry my sleepy eyes open
I cannot

The sun ventures out,
Like a shy child playing peek-a-boo,
Peering out from behind clouds,
And then seeking back behind them

I long for wispy horsetail skies
That ride the light at dawn,
Where waves released from thawing tides
Caress the shores with

Sunny, Spring Days

The time of day I like best
is the dawn right before the sun crests.
Very dark and quiet.
I listen for

Until Spring

The trees shiver in their nudity

Leaves scattered far and near

They stand silently hoping

That Spring will