now is to wake in a new place
cold sun just after dawn is the coldest
cold with stars still there and the way to them is clear
and blue jays that scold and the black squirrel
seen through the blinds reluctantly peered-through
squint and smile and it's a new pair of eyes
green like pine-trees where we shall go
in autumn and fall with the falling leaves to the clear air
in a higher place falling.

J. Horne