Not unlike spokes of a wheel, shafts
of golden life poke
into and through snow-white cotton.
Pink and purple and blue
bend and bend and flow
into and between snow-white cotton.
Cheeps and chirps and screeches
flap, dart, soar
just below and in snow-white cotton.
Branches, gnarled and slender,
stretch and reach for,
yearn to feel snow-white cotton.
Groggy eyes flicker and squint.
The sun - it's rising.