Outside the Door

The soft earth awakens.
Fresh dewdrops cling
To the blades of grass,
To my picnic table,
To the windows of my car.

Outside the Door
The sun has begun
Its ascent above the skyline.
And its rays begin
To splay upon the horizon.

In the beginning,
Where did man lie down his head each night?
Did the morning dew greet him
Each sunrise as he awoke?
Did he sleep under the stars,
In the open air,
Or did he seek shelter most nights?

The earth is soft and lush.
Outside the Door
The heat of the summer
Has already begun to take ahold.

The breeze is my reprieve.
The birds are my companion.
As we share a moment
In the early dawn
Before the sunrays get too bright
And I, too, must take shelter
From the blazing sun.