Scrapes in the morning sky fill
with pastel sunrise. Indian red
grapefruit colored sunrise.
The small oak rubbing the large oak
like a bow on a fiddle. Bowls of peach
colored birches. Cardinals red as berries.
45 below zero wind chill Lake Michigan morning
where I have to hide my arms behind my back
to walk the sunrise without them freezing.
25 mph winds, the waves pound in
an explosion of steam and ice. In the woods
someone has tied hot pink satin ribbons
to the trees in a trail to the lake they blow
like Tibetan prayer flags in the wind.