Drifting awake
Dawn crept onto the Brazos this morning
No cymbal crash of sun
A sly light wasn't
and then was.
The green ribbon was satin
and no lacy wind ripples
disturbed the drape of cloud reflected there.
Even the fauna hushed their greeting
a tentativeness held them mute.
Sleep was banished with effort
the bonds of dreams unfinished fettered
the arising and a promethian struggle
preceded the cold dip into consciousness.