Starting the day with a cold and icy desert morning,
wrapping m blanket tightly around me, looking out
the window.
Watching the sun peeking just above the horizon, wish-
ing it would rise a little faster and warm things up,
here on earth.
Slowly taking it's time, turning shadows into day-
light, finally seeing it fully, and feeling it start
to warm up our desert morning.
Soon I will be able to leave the blanket on the bed
and get up to shower and get dressed, getting ready
for this brand new day in which to write poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem