It begins with a single finch Followed by the sound of Chickadees and blackbirds. Then comes the hammering Of woodpecker Bearing down into heartwood, And boisterous geese Descending like planes Into cold ponds. Until a unison of song Heralds the new day.
I want everyday to be like this, Where I feel dawn Rise up in my body And sunrise in my heart Warming fingertips And crisp frosted leaves. Where early rays Turn still aspen trees Into pillars of light, So luminous, They transcend Their rootedness.
While the silent stars Make way for this day Teem with possibility, Reminding me, I too can paint the canvas Of this life With confident strokes And usher in Some new song of delight.