Looking out at a misty morn,
Stifling a late night yawn.
Some time later we’ll break the fast,
Thinking of the night that passed.
At peace with nature, quiet surrounds,
This beautiful place that we have found.
A moment there with moon and sun,
Anticipate the day to come.
Sshh a minute, don’t mean to be rude.
Just sharing a moment of gratitude.
The mist settling on grassy bank,
Whichever God we choose to thank.
I step outside, from the safety of my nest.
No longer cocooned.
As though seeing it all for the first time.
As I taste the mountain air,
The coolness of it, a sharp intake of breath
Attacking my senses and jolting me to life.
I feel the snow, crunching underfoot.
Pine Trees, sparkling and scented.
The bright sun breaking through the clouds and the blue in the sky
The scent of wood smoke and coffee brewing.
Birds are calling overhead, as their prey scurries to safety.
I take pleasure in the sights, sounds, taste, scent as it touches my heart,
Reminding me that life is beautiful and shifting my perspective.
The serenity of this place in the morning, calming my soul.
I am at ease.