The Morning Sky

by Ian Tuffin

Vase, ceramics piece by Sarah Franzblau
It’s early in the morning,
Fog outside and smooth wet grass. 
I just want to go to bed and get back to snoring,
But there’s precious time that I don't want to pass.
I step outside and the wind hits my face.
The sweet calm smell of the air
And the sap of the trees leaving its trace. 
The leaves falling down into my hair,
I look up and see the amazing colors.
There are clouds thick and white.
On the sidewalk are bikers and runners
And the sun shining so bright. 
Red, orange, pink and yellow, 
A beautiful place for birds to fly.
I’m so relaxed, calm and mellow.
The wonderful sigh of the morning sky.