Why I Love Mornings

I love the quiet

the promise of another gloriously long day

stretching before me like a lazy cat

I love the light

how subtle it can be

or how crisp and cool it can be

with it's exacting shadows

geese fly by my window

a bunny hops tentatively from the black berry bushes

the clouds that hover on the horizon

give way to peaks of sunshine

there are things to be done

I do not care

all that matters in the first hour of this new morning

is coffee in my cozy pajamas

snuggling with my sweet pups

and watching the wind

as it makes the trees sway ever so gently

this morning has it's own rhythm

slow, slow, slow

hands wrapped in the warmth of my big mug

the first cup of coffee

the promise cup

sure is sweet.