Walking the Dawn

Roamed a while amidst the lush green, rumbling trees,

I Looked across the piling heap of crushed leaves,

Strolled within the crowning bulge of the sun,

Smelled the warm scent of the baking bun,

Poured a coffee, steaming over the headlines,

Shivered  in the crisp chill ,playing around nearby pines,

Smiled at a wrinkled face, wandering aloof with his own pace,

Smiled also at a  flower, who smiled back with its fresh face,

Walking mornings, is a healthy habit I was told,

Healthier, once you fill yourself with the vibrant cold,

But then the sun finally wakes up to our side of the world,

And all of us have to unwind the blankets curled,

While you breathe into the sweat and smoke of the day,

Spill out the freshness, the smile, the breeze on those brazen figures of clay.