Renewal, Worship, Cocoa and Home

from the valley floor 

i watch as the first 

green-gold rays 

a hint of glory to come 

burst victoriously from 

behind blue mountains 

capped with blinding white 



in the distance 

dim and barely heard 

the crow of a rooster 

lowing of cattle 

snowbirds begin 

their daily hunt 

searching for seeds 

berries to break nights fast 

overhead eagle wheels 

silent in brightening sky 

the clouds now rosey 

with morning 

eyes focused on the river 

hoping to spot the first 

seabound salmon 

coyote barks her last 

song of night 

gathers her brood 

and sleeps 

horse whickers and blows 

stamps hooves 

on crystalline snow 

breath clouds of steam 

which freeze, sparkle falling 

quail thunder 

from beneath sage 

escaping, threatened 

by my proximity 

elk grazing nearby 

in oatfields unconcerned 

know, today, 

i do not hunt 

daybreak breeze 

whispers through naked 

branches of spring trees 

sends them trembling 

as with cold 

scatters powder snow 

from evergreens 



reminds me 

i walk alone 

but not Alone... 

i sing a song 

of renewal, worship 

and dream 

of a cup 

of cocoa 



and home