Fleeting moment

a piece of poetry

This morning I woke after a restless night, more tired than usual. My meditation practice went on too long as the desire to sit inside a blank page felt more peaceful than the turbulent winds inside of me. I nestled myself inside a white cozy blanket with the fire to my back, and glanced outside the window in delight of an ever brightening blue sky.

Squirrel hobbles along

the snow topped fence

leaving traces of

wandering tracks

round bellied robin

sits perched

among a frozen

crabapple tree

red necked grebe flies

in a dancing swoop

landing on the top of

the tallest pine tree

singing with the sunlight

of a crisp morning

A moment longer

lines fade into

a nearby

but distant past

Some mornings, the world steadies me before I can steady myself.