Morning Air
The morning air in Fall
washes me with joy.
It is cool & light
& invites me to breathe deeply.
There are no burdens dancing in the air,
there are no worries carried on the breeze,
no--only the solace of the new day,
the promise of moment by moment unfolding--
no expectations,
just curiousity--
what comes next?
A breath of air,
this is all I need.