Welcomings

There are those holy mornings

After dawn’s done her early cracking

From far above and deep below

When everything worth our tracking

Depends upon an enlivenment of coffee,

A mischievousness of crow,

A suddenness of wildflower,

A replenishment of dream,

A wonderment of light,

A stubbornness of hummingbird,

A meandering of friend,

A settledness of solitude,

A fulsome lacking of all that’s low

And rendering soft all that’s tight.