"Alone in the Woods"

It was a quiet, foggy
warm, woods morning.
Gypsy, my dog and I
lingered on the cabin porch;
me with my expresso,
Gypsy with a bone.
We noticed the wild flowers
awakened by the soft
light and moisture,
caressing them.
A humming bird came,
a crow called,
a jay squawked,
alone in the woods.