the dawn

The early morning

dare I say

the crack of dawn

holds a newfound fascination

the early clouds

the plants and bushes

that give off heightened levels

of aromas

designed over millennia

to repel or attract

local fauna

I never knew

Back in the day

mornings were that time between

bed and ocean

imbibing in massive amounts of coffee

and obscene quantities of sugar

an if I could find both of my booties

and they were dry

so much the better

Now-a-days

mornings 

consist of preparing 

for the full day ahead

some tea

light stretching

mindful eating

feeding the birds

and taking a good look around

the dawn

orange as a pumpkin

reveals

palm trees lit up like matchsticks

another hot dry year

another year of burning

the morning commute

smells like a campfire

and tastes like

memories and tears