"Pumpkin Sunrise"

the last days of 2008
it's a cold pumpkin sunrise
the blackness of the woods
lingers in the orange light
we hold our hot cup of espresso
close to feel the warmth
as we merge with the first rays
of a new day on the cabin porch
another year has gone by
we will see 71 soon
our mind scanning the years
we wander in a cloudless sky
perpetuated by the storms
that created our journey
dancing to the weathered song
beside the chance of circumstance
a leaf in the wind falling floating
finding the shore resting at last
where we happily stay inside the pumpkin
and watch the sunrise