When Morning

I.
 
 When morning
           Comes
Eating all its 
           Storm clouds
Unfurling photosensitive
            Sky
 I lie in bed
            Surprised
 Brother to the light
            Striding through
 My window.
 
 II.
 
 In little things
            The magic
 In little things
            The power
 Snowflake
            On the tongue
                 Tranformer
 Acorn 
            In the hand
                 Renewer
 Pileated Woodpecker
            Far in the forest
                 Laughing now
 In my ear.
 
 III.
 
 Then
            with the early birds
                 At the feeder
 I say: 
 
     Earth
            My catechism
      Nature
            My bible
      Footsteps
            My altar
      Offering
            Myself
 

 15 December 2019
 Cedar Wings Cottage
 Clearing after Storm
 

 Wishing you a Merry Everyone and a Holy Everything