Morning rises
through layers of unveiling  –
dark lifts, fog forms,
softening the moon

Fog melts,  and dainty clouds appear
in slowly clarifying blue,
sun tops the evergreens, and slides
slowly southward,
tiny dewdrops sparkle
on tufts of tender turf

Auspicious opportunities
parade before the hours –
we will ride some of them,
others will wait

We are in this day, in which
presence is progress,
and process has nothing to do with it.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 16, 2023