Slow Meadow Mornings

The morning wanted to wake up

to shake off the sleepy night time dark

it struggled yawning through the heavy mist

but the trees were sleeping still ignoring

heavy with abundant leaves their  branches

longing wanting to touch the welcoming ground

The birds are on the side of the morning

singing brightly feeling excitedly anticipation

miserable grey mist in the field but one

is slightly lifting slightly brightening

There, two heads the first of many

show above the dry stonewalling

hiking along the ascending footpath

My summer day is astir no heavy grey mist

will deter, the beginning of my august morning.