Mountain Day

Sitting up beneath the covers
absently listening to morning sounds
noticing the soft grey light spilling over
the window seat
and creeping across the shag carpet.

A promise is made to the mountains
but for now I belay myself further into
this mason jar
and extend my toes deeper into sheets
that have crumpled and crinkled at the foot of the bed.

The clear cold whiff of autumn winds
clean laundry,
toasting poppy seed bagels, and coffee have infiltrated
our room.
I sit up a little straighter, push my roots a bit deeper,
and glance towards the horizon.