The pre-morning dew.
Has seeped through our clothes
to the skin.
Aiming steadily towards
The Bone.
Huddling for warmth
And for sheer joy althogether.
We are here
And we couldn't be
Happier.
Out in the air
In the dark and the cold.
In the height
Of everything we are
Could Be.
Lauren Michaels
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning/
