One Morning is very lovely. It's written in the aubade mode, and in case you're wondering, an aubade is a poem or song traditionally performed at dawn. Aubades are often about lovers -lovers often part in the morning, don't they? But aubades can be about any number of things. I love the beautiful pastoral setting that Emmy Perez exhibits in this poem, One Morning, from The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry.

One Morning

Emmy Perez

Yellow pines No ever no green except

where stems brown needles green I walk

on the wooden train The fall’s water you swam in

one cold morning What you braved That ice

path A horse fence Where fences are horses

with long hair I braid the tale of the fall of stables

Four paws touch dirt stirring

a flirt of sky a bundle of rare You bundle

into stables I open with sandy tongue

taste the grain of barkwater

I look at myself in

a mirror of weather

Rain trenzas Dirt cups us We drink

& spin like tornillos A swallow’s nest like an adobe

tornado Shit & mud & feathers & forming pitchfork claws

Eggshells gone We rest in the ocean smalls

the pink throat

The back door is also the front The only

smoke hole Feathers rise

& we follow

“Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden