The day starts

Sleepy and dull

Like tarnished teapots

Put to boil

Promising heat and

Tea colorless like

Sleep masks the

Greens fade and

Blend like watercolors

Everything is quiet

Even the colors

Drowsy morning here

The clouds move

Past sky blue

Like snow drifts

In Wisconsin winters

Leaving only open

Burrow holes seen

Lower clouds hang

Like large spider

Webs as jet

Planes fly through

Fields of tall

Greens and soupy

Moss stand across

From me as

Wet streets purr

Under car tires

Here in Charlotte

And finally the

Sun has broken

Through like search

Lights during the

Blitzkrieg illuminating the

Giant green trees

Marching slowly towards

Me each heavy

Step uprooting ground

Cover scattering birds

And bunnies but

Now they stand

In pastoral surrender