When the Sun
when the sun peeks over the horizon to greet
the day and spread golden honey warmth
to the dark, sleepy earth
when the birds begin to stir and twitter
and tune their songs to one another
when the trees rustle as the morning breeze
opens her eyes from slumber, and the dew is heavy
on the blades of grass
when I know morning has come once again
and we are not lost to the night, even as we
are not lost to the day
light dawns, and I can move again
breathing in streams of fresh morning air
lighting a candle for rejuvenation
and praying the day in with ginger and
salt and clay
oh how lovely it feels to be alive
how magical to wake with the light
and live
bt Juniper Klatt
