When gifted an early morning,
when something wakes you, holds you
in its pre-dawn hand and will not let you go…
In the valley a deer is roaring
too late in the morning to not be seen.
Without thinking
I press my finger to my lips…
The sunrise fills a valley the way I teach my children
to sweep, reaching out as far as you can
This morning I
walked in the rain, bleary eyed,
startled a feeding hawk
tore the palm of my hand…
Go early.
Flush blackbirds from hedges,
let the cat find warm trails
of hedgehog, pukeko,
quail…