First Morning - A Poem

There are depths of motion in my sky

Dissolving clouds

a constant transition

Light washes across

with inperceivable lethargy

Breezes leap out

An immediacy in it all.

Behind my tree

A flock of birds

Fly in unison

Leaves already full

of dance and delight

This winged event

Surprises my morning.

A new creation of movement.

Easy to discern

Through my sleepy eyes.

A different layer

Another level

Surpassing skyward depths