FALL MORNING

The late fall morning
whispered in my ear
and gently woke me.
Outside, a bare tree
wrapped in spun cotton
napped a bit longer.
Lazy birds ignored
soft filtered light,
resting in their nests.
My faithful dog, Buck,
shifted giant paws
under his big chin.
Wolves in hidden dens
hunkered further down
to keep themselves warm.
Only stupid men
got up to go to work.

poem inspired by photo taken by (and used with permission of)

James Melnychuk - www.myspace.com/james1116