Poem: Early Morning Light

 

It is in the stillness of

The night gone by,

In the groundedness

That the early birds bring,

In the changing colours

Of the early morning sky

That I find myself with peace in my heart;

In the church bells greeting us all,

In the cawing of birds,

In the shy sunshine coming

Through the window,

In the crackling fire of

The match I'm holding

And the candle I'm lighting,

In the drinking of mate

That brings me back to my roots.