May you waken to the world
as if sleeping in on a weekend
when morning light steadily brightens
your bedroom window
with its rice-paper shade
dappled by leaf-shadow
from the stand of birch outside 
whose slim branches sway a little
in the breeze,
and may such a mellow dawning 
rouse you unalarmed 
coaxing open your drowsy eyes
how a water lily unfolds its bloom
on the surface of a calm pond –
ready to receive 
what gifts the sun may bring, 
the tidings arriving by wind.