Morning

Morning-kissed, wild land:
Your softness, like the imagined touch of a lover's hand,
fills me with deep breath and anticipation
for what will come of the cautious Fate's slow-moving hand.

Your ever-growing glow
above the mountains I love so
cause the corners of my sleepy mouth to turn upward
ever slightly so.

My full smile will come
when the warm, bright sun is wakeful
and the sunrise nearly done.
However, I shan't know my fate
till my life is nearly done.