Saturday, August 25, 2012

Joy comes in the Morning

The morning cool envelops me. I sip slow and gaze long as the morning lengthens.

Kittens romp.  Rooster crows.  Hope for a new day is full on me.

Children begin to appear. Some grown. Some not.  Together we drink the new beginning.

Sunflowers, like stairs, point to the sky. I am drawn upward and filled with joy.


  1. Those were the flowers that caught my eyes first...beautiful along with your words...*ahhhhhh.

    1. Aren't they a joyful sight? I love how they grew with their faces to the morning sun. Your comments are such an encouragement. Grateful.