Poem I wrote this morning...
resting in the mellow of early morning sounds
though overcast
and grey, steely skies greet
this observer
the simplicity of birdsong
and the ever present youthfulness
of this early time
allows and beguiles
reminding one of dawns past
reaching back in time
to the beginning that is always available
in each moment
and allowing this new day
to launch us into an infinite number of moments
each filled with the golden droplets
of shining, ever present
eternity
we abide in this pivoting point of
now
that has no limit
stretching to an endless horizon
in all directions
we rest in
birdsong
in the excellence of leafy green
and muffled quiet of cool air
the infinite space
that is early morning...
Annie Kiyonaga, October 2013