She

combs through the distant trees,

the wind.

They sway,

at her not-so-gentle touch

a maelstrom of greys and greens.

I watch the sky unfold

in the early morning light.

Heavy with dark clouds,

moody, sullen.

Birds arrive,

anxious to start the day,

they fuss,

darting about,

gobbling up the yellow grain.

I exhale

contemplating

another glorious day.

~Lu