Comingness.
I wake to a mist heavy with drizzle,
listen for robin putting on morning
and follow his steps.
Wet it may be but winter is waning,
dawn\'s daily herald of comingness
lessens depression.
I intend to ease torso that stiffened
and aching gives plenty of warning
which calls for stretching.
Clean and dressed I fall into new day
ready and smiling for like all creation
I want morning\'s best.