The sun is arising and so must I.
Chilly breeze, chilly night.
AM swaddle, snuggled tight.
Luminous glow, fingers of light
trace the face of Syncline giant,
warming his cheeks, his bones and crevasses.
Gregarious green hills.
Timid blue sky.
Wildflower freckles on old soul lava.
River runs still but I know she is not.
Burgundy leaves - jittery teenagers
shadow dance on century-old farmhouse.
Sage green brush, blushes to lavender.
Nose wakes up.
Dogs squirm like puppies, then yawn into yoga.
Window cat hunts - catches reflections.
We all breathe in sync.
This is the moment.
Quail commutes front yard, searching for meaningful work.
Eagle above, soaring for salmon.
The Columbia pulses on.
Doodle’s deep river thoughts. Photo: (c) Barb Ayers, DogDiary.org