combs through the distant trees,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They sway,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at her not-so-gentle touch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a maelstrom of greys and greens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch the sky unfold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in the early morning light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heavy with dark clouds,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
moody, sullen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Birds arrive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
anxious to start the day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
they fuss,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
darting about,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gobbling up the yellow grain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I exhale<\/p>\n\n\n\n
contemplating<\/p>\n\n\n\n
another glorious day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
~Lu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[34,42],"tags":[7,43,5,44],"class_list":["post-143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-appreciation","category-contentment","tag-awe","tag-early-morning","tag-possibility","tag-quiet"],"yoast_head":"\n