This poem kind of came to me when I was walking to physics last Monday.
Morning Light by Charles Grabuski
Morning light shines through frosted windows.
Setting fire to coffee mugs and sleepy eyes.
Rising above gilded waters,
dancing through jeweled leaves,
precious moments of placid intensity.
Clear skies like sheets of precious metal,
let me fall into October breeze.
Naked ancestors cling to their summer skins,
made into rubies by autumn air.
Pulling my big sweater closer
and one more sip of steaming coffee.
I'm physically cold, body chilled,
but spiritually warmed, naturally renewed,
by constant and forever gifts of Grandfather Sun.
10-19-2008
