Sunrise on the mountain, warm wind whistles through the trees.

Raincloud corona hugs the zenith, snowcaps dreaming of the sea.

Icicles glisten; teardrops hit the ground

Rivulets forming, searching for the sound

Sunlight through the window, warm beneath the covers near to me,

Shadows slide across the pillow desperately clinging to your sleep.

Birds are singing heralding the morn.

Wind is rising, promising a storm.

Sunrise, sunrise...

Yes, it's been quite a while (kids in college and all). Getting back into doing more than laying down ideas; actually completing a project. Let us know what you think (help us shake off the rust, as it were). Thanks!