Morning Moon

Morning Moon hangs low in the western sky

    its glow illumines the landscape outside of my window

      inside the room it stirs me awake

to rise

to read

to pray

awaiting the sun

as it departs the morning birds bridge the gap between the lights 

rambling from branch to branch  

singing the songs of spring

awaiting the sun

the sun cracks the eastern sky like a thin blade of grass

  gently it imparts its greeting

let this new day begin