4.11.14 It's Too Early and It's Too Dark

It's too early and it's too dark
as I'm brought up from parched sleep
a long Shepherd stretched side to mine
the 16 year old Husky in frazzled dreams
your coffee water whistling off in the unlit kitchen
as you shower off yesterday in preparation for today

Outside the sun struggles up over the long stand of still bare trees
but the conservation field strewn before me remains
winter gold and the
260 view of purple ridge is found
weighted and overcast in the
soft blue brand new dawn

One Downy woodpecker, large, on a recently discovered dead branch

of the grand old Maple tap tap
tapping out industriously their reminiscent morning song

While I follow the old dog and shush the younger for the
still fast asleep tenant
babe in belly and young one fast in dreams

Struggling with myself to find some
tenuous balance between
medical and naturopathic edicts of
'You've done it now, honey' as in
made enduring parenting choices while cooking my own goose and
it seems

The truth is a bitter sad seed tucked sharp and aching between my reticent teeth as I clasp my
ever hopeful hands
to navigate my own
God-beloved life on this
already exhausted days