Lot to do at four AM...
The smell of coffee
on the boil drifts on the morning breeze
Mother raccoon and
four that follow make their way along the mill stream
The gargling sound of
the mill stream charging the buttress of the head gate
A barn owl wings it
way from its lofty perch, will a vole learn to fly
Lot to do at four AM
Ribbon hues of blue,
lace the eastern horizon gathering in the stars
A breeze coming down
from the snow toped rocky mountain, a death throws reminder of winter
A mist forms on the meadow,
flowers take their morning shower
A silver cast highlights
the dark figures of the trees
Lot to do at four AM
The crows wing their way
west chasing the darkness
The squawk and squeak
of deliver truck doors clamor the stillness
Bacon and eggs on the
fry, coffee poured
Excitement begin to
rise, as every blade of grass reaches for the light
Lot to do at four AM
A new day is born as the darkness yields to the
light
This is my time to
see the promise of life to come
A meadow lark sings;
the morning dove score of love is blessing to all things
Lot to do at for I am
