The westie finds me in my tent

Where I am waiting for dawn

To catch up with me. Low sun

On a far horizon colors

A background sky. Insistent birds

Call for it to rise.

 

I am watching

For the red tailed hawk to wake

And chase down the clouds.

 

Mornings like this the whole world

Is possible. Any minute could be

The best you've ever had.

 

You would not believe

a blue bird, iridescent and small,

has perched on a nearby limb.

 

Just now, my whole family

asleep within the house sighed

and the sun inched

closer to me.

 

© by Janice Lynch Schuster.

Used with the author's permission.