The day is young,
for me who stands perched
to fly in moment.

Energies enter breath.
Light filters through eyes.
Winters chill embraces.

The day is young,
where clouds drift
merging with wind to create masterpieces.

Where songs of birds enter ears,
as gratitude song begins.
way to many to scribe,
but includes YOU.

Where heart door opens
and I move in the celebration
of a baby day.
One that calls with mystery
and magic.