one morning song

the morning star has risen
and filtered through the clouds this morn
i feel it’s awakening in my spirit
as i reach to touch
and stretch out night kinks worn
and the color is magic

the sun indeed
is peaking through the trees as I speak of it
and blinding me to see only circles of color and light

brightness
overlapping parallel shafts of trunk
inked blackness
an acute juxtaposition
for the clouds
as they wrap around
their blanket spread
of whiteness

moving
never laying long still
only longing reaching
while the trees stand firm
against the sun