Gentle Touches
Silent morning greets me with promise of gentle touches
 filling moments yet to be born.
One soft feather cradled by nothing floats gently past the window.
My lungs are filled with a mixture of dew and haze,
blended with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
These eyes meet with a hummingbird feasting on the nectar of life hovering effortlessly in mid air.
All things seem possible in this moment of heaven.