FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
My sleep-filled eyes take in the constant that is dawn. Through a treeline, budding with green, with trunk and limb and twig still black with the cold of winter, I gratefully accept the interruption of day.
I wake to a sky drowning in hues of orange, a soothing contrast to the grey of the frost absorbing the edges of moonset, clamoring and clinging to the last shreds of night’s end.
The stunning daylight is tenacious; she stubbornly saves her reveal until the outstretched arms, under the new dome of blue secure the last light of the night.
Welcome my Nature God, and your generous dousing of cyan to color the day.
Bring me your sunrise oh glorious life. Take me to borrowed tomorrows timed by the reliable turn of the planet and season.
Open my eyes wide to the gifts of the living. Wash me in rainstorms, introduce fertile earth to the air.
Let me nurture within me, these moments of transition; free me from winter, feed me spring’s song.
Give me crocus to worship, tender-hearted lovers to hold; a coupling seduction until I grow old.