Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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.

1 comment:

  1. Robin, this flows like a poem. Love the imagery and your positive energy and attitude. Thank you for sharing.