A Forecast from the Weathered man

There’s a silence

at dawn,

when half the world’s asleep.

A firebird,

hangs just above the horizon.

A blue Jay gathers her nest

into a twig-wrapped bowl

to hold a future hawks breakfast.

A bass breaches

the lung dimension,

treading the waters

of unexplored places,

skipping across Lilly pads,

and pipedreams

then disappears back into

a shallow grave

for an unlearned kid.

Either this is a peaceful start

to a beautiful day,

or it's the calm before the storm.

Only time will tell.