Ember

I gaze to the paling rosy sky

And hear the rustle of the drying leaves,

The calls of the downy woodpeckers,

The joining together of the bird guilds.

I delight in the song of the pine warbler

And the chirp of the crickets

Both calling Fall to spread herself

Upon the land

In hues of golds, red, and orange.

I listen for the last of the cicada song

Fading fast

On the branches of trees

Just beginning to release their leaves.

I wait for the morning glories to open

Right with daybreak.

I watch them close

Their job well done at sunset.

I live for the light.

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Sap

This is stillness

I close my eyes.

I face the sun

And breathe

Deep.

Phoebe calls

Pine warbler trills

Cardinal song fills all other space.

Winter

Still drifts close to the ground.

Air will rise 

Higher 

As Earth rotates

And revolves

Reflecting the light

Of the sun

A little more closely

Each moment

Warming everything

A little more

Turning ever onwards

In the journey...

I close my eyes

I breathe deeply

I absorb

The light 

Of the sun

On my skin.

I am alive.

With the Towhees song

Morning

Has

Risen.

This

Is

Stillness.