January 2, 2019

In the time it took me to walk
The trash bins to the street
Two trips, eighty strides each
Wheeling the blue recycling

Then just simple trash
Finally a third chilly walk
Dragging a tiny brittle tree
Our Christmas, complete

The sun hovered

Glowing giant orange
Through stretching branches
Curious angles, each unique
Twists of unknown origin

Then, a glow

An Invitation

This photo. This sight.

A staggering
Orange explosion
Bathing grasses in gold,
Carpeting tidal pools
In glistening yellow sparks.

Yet, that sight
Is a fraction.
The seeing just
A tiny suggestion
Of dawn’s extent.

Waking sensations wash over me as
My camera captures the rising
And I am here, inhaling every other bit.

A great horned owl’s low hoots
Harmonize red winged blackbirds’ trill,
Elbowing through the snow goose honks.
Morning’s beautiful cacophony.

The sunrise sound immersion
In the bracing February chill.
Me, breathing in marshy sea scents
And a gulp of thin-air lung-freeze.

This photo. This sight. An invitation.