Morning, and the world
is pleasantly muted
Cold wind blows texture
into the grey lake
The eastern mountains
are still silhouettes
The edges of the clouds
hold a faint orange halo
The birds, it seems
are the only ones awake
Singing and working
with their lighthearted playfulness
Basking in the potential
of a new day
Enjoying
or perhaps contributing to
The increasing yang: heat, light, energy
which grows
           minute by minute

Jackson Ercil Evans is an emerging poet from the desert southwest, inspired to poetry from a love of nature and an expression of spirituality. He as previously shown work in Magnolia literary and arts magazine and The Village’s Salon 6.