Tranquility
     Coalesced together
          From the morning:
The gulls sang -
     Screamed out, really -
          Seeking out fish
Where the vultures
     Poached roadkill
          Before autumn faded,
Where the sun's rising
     Sets the lake alight
          With a smoldering glow.
With each step taken
     Away from the threshold
          Of our little hearth,
The aura of your heat -
     Clinging as best it can -
            Fades and admits the chill
Of a winter morning,
     All its bright potential
          Wreathed in spent breath.
I wonder at each of them
     Spent stepping on, away
          From warmth waiting behind.