Kosrof Chantikian: Early Morning

in the early morning
a thick fog lays on top
of the tall redwoods and pine

the color of mist
before the dawn
a faint white light

and a little wind
moves the branches
of the trees

shaking off bits of needles
in the early morning
before any sound is heard

to lie next to you
against your eyes
and look through the window

the mist
something ancient

a beauty and the quiet
in the sky



Copyright Kosrof Chantikian.
Previously published in Ararat, Autumn 2002. Used here by kind permission.