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!