dawn opened
her sleepy eye
and lo the day began
Waking
Commenced
a finger of light
touches the marsh
today awakens
This Morning Didn’t Rise
some winter days
never seem to wake
they dream through to the next night
Duty
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day
Legacy
a wake
of beauty and calm
Morning Sun
light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds
