Seek me out in morning. The first glow
when the wind whispers upon your wings.
Come to me and nurture my soul.
Sing to me as watercolors dance
upon abandoned strokes of tender,
freshly dewed green behind you.
Find shelter with me in my familiar corners.
Where the rains slide down the peak;
the Rose of Sharon as your shade.
Leave your most precious gift here-
their speckled shells of misted blue.
I’ll nurture them the same as you have for me.
If you must say “goodbye” this day,
can I count on your return at future dawn?
I’ll wait in anticipation by my window due East.
