When I wake

The sun rests in the bossom
Of the mountains,
Kept hidden by the need for rotation,
My skin is bare,
Naked, the cold fall morning,
Slowly creeps from my toes,
To my temple,
My dog crawls into my arms,
Yawning, smiling, wagging her tail,
Happy that we both woke again,
No birds yet,
No traffic,
Just the quite of morning,
Its peaceful, blissful,
The best time of day,
When most are still sleeping,
Tucked in their beds,
I wake to watch the sunrise,
To see the day begin.