morning music

patchwork fields
in morning grey shades
of green and brown
color my window

the heavy air
is damp
from last night's storm
and smells of
freshly overturned earth

morning ripens
birds sing for their breakfast
welcome
the broken sunrise
creeps over clouds
that look like distant mountains

music
wanders through my thoughts
as it always does
and I wonder
where will I touch the world
today?

@Bonnie Pignatiello Leer
(Published in Juice 2008)