soothing trees at dawn

soothing herself by the window at dawn
she breathes the new born air
freshness pours into each pore
as she surrenders
to each waking moment

birds, who she did not hear
when stretching in the privacy
of her dark cool bedroom
now come alive
in livening piercing song

trees nod in recognition
feeling her eyes cast
on their thick alive loins
sap seeming to rise for no one
in particular

yet filling in  front center, &
peripheries, with such soothing
piney essence; she could not help but linger,
wondering what it was that brought her
to this window, at this blessed opening of day

photo and poem by kate lamberg~all rights reserved. (13)