Waking up to an overflow of freshly squeezed sunlight
filtering steadily through a mesh of thick green
I am held by the calm of morning, perfectly still,
Examining the puzzle pieces of blue sky
visible from my top bunk perch.
Curious eyes jump out the window,
While my body stays half sleeping.
I want to be a drop of dew on the top of a Douglas fir
To befriend the forest, absorbed like rain by the burgeoning soil
or escaping into a playful gust of wind
flying through a tapestry of branches,
listening to the low whispered conversations
taking place between the trees
From my monochrome bedroom
the aroma of coffee arouses my senses .
I hear the sound of my mother
her hand to a hundred tasks in the solace of morning.
She welcomes the new day on behalf of us all
politely opening a window
inviting in the morning air.
It dances its graceful tango through our little house,
all of its sleeping inhabitants to revive
I can feel it gently stroking my arm, brushing it’s cheek against my own.
I shiver and smile gladly,
happy to have such kindred friends in the beings of nature
arriving to greet me at first rising
on a West Coast morning.