Dog Damp Morning

The morning is wet dog damp and cold
Sunrise is slow to climb over the horizon
Dawn moves toward me as if confused.
Night is gone, washed from earth's sleepy eyes
Day seems to linger on the other side of the world
As if someone over there is unwilling to pass it on.

Winter Warble

The lonely warble of a bird,
Breaks the grip if the frigid cold
Sends a shock wave, sound wave
Bright and cheerful into the morning
Incongruous with a subzero dawn.