Friday's Poem

There is something about your morning mist,

Makes me roll out from my covers,

Put on my coat,

Go out to see you...

Your crispness, your air, your birds singing,

Your ice melting...

You miraculous morning!

There really is something,

About the way you call me out to you,

And teach me what wonders the new day will bring-

Help me remember the small things,

Are often the big things,

And never to stop, taking you in...

Such mornings in spring...

Shell xx