The window seal leaks cold air
From far beyond that morning bluster
My eyes creek so I may catch a glimpse
Of the first sunrise of this May.
Blonde streaks followed by a timed yellow
And finished by that vivid orange
The horizon seeps over the darkness
To relieve the engulfing clutch of the night.

The birds chirp just beyond the fence
Singing good marrow, merely to themselves
If only they knew they were truly heard.

The branches sway and bend the breeze
Whisking the scent of needles from their pine
And the dew comes to its final rest
Upon each & every blade of grass.
The light fog creeps away in glamorous luster
As if tip-toeing with a slow retreat
Only to find itself fading quickly
Back into the nothing from which it came.

Still the window seal leaks cold air
From far beyond that morning bluster
My eyes are fully open in this moment
Leaving me entranced by the first sunrise of this May.