Mornings through my front window

There's mountains sharp in the distance
Snow covered knife like heartbeats
Some days they are hazy out there
Barely carved against the clouds
Sunrises cotton candy reds, fire oranges
Yellow rays glinting on the snowed tips
Flickering through the pine trees and their needles
Fuzzy sunlight resting atop the waterdrop tendrils
Crystal dewdrops reflecting the heaviness of the cloudly sunrise