i sift my fingers through the open blinds and push them away to behold the day calling
storms have come and gone
perhaps more will come
but this sunrise is clear as day
a few bulky streaks of sunlight plaster the patches of grass
the medical school a bus-stop away is shrouded in the distance by the sentinel trees
light warms the sides of rugged rooftop peaks piercing through the covering of evergreens
the sun isn't fully visible
and at this time if year it wont stay for long
most yellow leaves have fallen away from the main body
half decomposed to the ground
but the orange ones glisten along entangled trunks of trees
well past mature and mild
the few reds remaining shine as they turn and the sun hits their waxy undercoating
deep hues of shimmering scarlet pull the scenery together
i can barely see them
they are few but they are beautiful
amongst the clammy cold winds and peace of serenity
morning birds behave the same as always with their variety of songs
below the dawn chorus there is light at the end of the street's pathway
leading up to an open field of grass glittering
the tips of their blades holding sun glossed dew