Waking Up
By Krista Rundiks

You can tell the air has changed
The light is a different color
Soft-yellow and splashes of gold
Shimmer through the desert bush

The will of nature waking up
Seen by the strength of tulips
Peaking through the bottom layer
of autumn mulch and semi-frozen ground

The strength of a lone chickadee
Peacefully perched in the morning sparkle
With a free will anticipating growth
Yearning for unknown possibilities

Recently flown away from a barren
Cold, bottomless place where
The glitter of dreams were clouded by
Man’s exclusion, greed, and ego

Time had once stood still
In the darkness of the clouds
When one day, the strength to fly
Was found in a forgotten shimmer

Waking up the soul
Setting the will of being a blaze
Igniting small wings with strength
To fly out of the bottomless place