Fish jump from the lake
disturbing the smoke-like
fog tendrils forming from
the newly risen sun.

A hawk calls and I turn
to see it’s majestic flight
across the open field.

Geese forage for the
coming winter and frost
on the grass reveals
the cold air temperature.

My dog’s breath comes
in puffs as she sniffs
along the ground.

As the sun continues
to rise, a golden light
falls upon the trees and
a rooster calls from a farm.

I am blessed to be here
in this time and place.
Truly blessed.