Cool Fall Morning Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

This early morning
there is a stillness in the air
broken only by a flock of birds
chirping wildly in a nearby thatch of bamboo

I look to the East
to see the sunrise
The treeline in the distance blocks the sun
but it casts a dim white over eveything
up to the pale blue sky

40 degrees feels cold in a t-shirt
The air itself feels thick
and in fact everything is covered in dew
This is the first morning I recall seeing my breath
The fog will burn off and it will be a beautiful Fall day

I feel lonely this morning
An earlybird needs a friend

A Bluejay swoops down at a sharp angle
and frightens a small plain Wren
as the feeder sways back and forth, slowly
like a pendulum

Some little pink flowers can still be seen
But the birds know that Winter is coming
I think I feel it too
Daydreaming... imagining sharing this morning with someone

2008 © James T. Adair