Good Day

It is so smooth. 

It silences the breaking.

The dry yellowgreen,

the fading blue,

the melting white world.

The foggy past has left a crust, over the sleeping pool.

Crows at the crack of dawn,

squirrels like acrobats and hummingbirds good morning.

Awake but still.

You know the deal.

A coffee pot, my habit smokes.

My wet and dirty boots.

Your strong and solid roots.

Await for the sun.

It's there, even if it doesn't come.

I draw a circle and I wait.

I'm in. You 're in.

"The ceremony is about to begin."

Good Day.