Green.
Morning stretches before me,
the day nods its head like the wild geranium scattered about
not yet ready to welcome the sun.
Birds rush to finish the chores
of warbling their territories into being -
for their next trick let them sing up some bugs.
Squirrels huff.
In the distance the human world awakens.
Dogs and traffic.
Machine hums that rise above the forest
and settle around it.
Sun glows warm yellow behind the trees,
balancing the chill in the air as a welcome friend
and not the adversary of harsh noon.