Summer Morning

2005-07-22

Summer morning,
melancholy and quiet.
Beyond the window,
gray, foggy skies
loom over still eucalyptus trees.
Leaves hanging loosely
in the windless air.
The bay behind them,
a mere intuition.

In no time,
a breeze will melt the fog away
the sun will scatter through
and the leaves
will stir and shimmer,
in the breeze,
dancing once again
their dawdling
morning dance.

Breathless,
the day and I hold still
and wait.