Custodian of Flavours

Squinting eyes open the valve

of time’s cycle as a morning sun

brightens into life

a drop of one foot then another

upon the floor – like a threat of thunder

announcing from beyond

alerted to a new day.

We clothe ourselves in spruce

branches which protect

all creatures who seek sustenance

and when day fills with flavour

we take pride in the bliss

of one more sunshine journey.