Sitting with a pre-dawn view
to silhouetted hills through the scrim of trees,
a monochrome kaleidoscope,
eyes stretch to the blank white/blue of horizon.
Light competes for sky space with evergreens
branching up in the way while birds
ponder breakfast in the still, cool air.
Perhaps they’re waiting for more nature noise,
a leaf-green-branch-wise twig-sound
to accompany their first meal of the day.
I feast on mine-the teakettle’s
slow rumble, the tick-click-tick
of the clock and this pen in my hand
on the page. It is meal enough for now.
Let the world wake up later.
I am writing.
©Jody Lee Collins 2016