She
She reaches out
to the dawn
to see
if its secrets
will be revealed
She listens
to the quiet
window
so still
as if listening too
The cold wind
through the trees
seems so far away
and yet calling
The silence
like a thick breath
surrounds her
and she is full of it too
As if forgetting
who she was
or who she will be
the newness
of this moment
the freshness
in her eyes
The longing
to unveil
what is now
so clear
she can't
hold it tight
She only
holds the key
to open
the door
and go out
into the fresh air
and see
The fruits
of time
taste the sweetness
of being
surrounded
by this raw creation