Morning Unfolding
I step outside and enter into morning
just before the sun,
the first petals of new blossoms are forming,
sunrise has begun.
A quiet, furtive breeze bends flower stems
a rustles fragile leaves,
soon several rays of sunlight descend
through frigid, dew-soaked trees.
Sun continues rising and darkness retreats
to surface shadows,
sleepy flower faces and droopy limbs reach
for warmth to swallow.
I sigh, and tepid air pours
into my lungs, it is refreshing,
the smell of maple and pine
among this fragrant meshing!
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