Morning

I wake slowly from the dream world
in and out
each time
checking the light on the cliffs.
Slowly it creeps east
until my window bluff
is awash in gold. 
The aspens sing their rushing song
the magpies emphasizing the Wonder
with staccato calls.

I give thanks
from deep in the heart
for surely I am lucky and blessed
in this life.

And then it is time to really wake
and greet the day.