As the sun approaches the trees gently sway their outstretched arms.
The stars soon decide to call it a day and return home.
As the trees start their days they seem to quietly catch a few songbirds in their palms.
Only the wise Elm trees know how to coax the few birds this winter morning out to sing.
A soft exhale then a quick puff to blow out the lantern is when the day finally starts for me.

The biting air keeps my cup of coffee close to my chest.
Eventually the cool colours blend into the morning skyline.
Watching lazily as my breath begins to disappear
The thought of rebirth comes to mind.... then slips away.