Misty May morning greets me: soft music
of rain’s rhythm taps on our sunroom windows.
I open the ones untapped; the room fills with scent
of wet grass, wet mulch, peony blooms. Steam
of hazelnut coffee mixes in. A string of birdsong
necklaces the trees with bright beads of joy.
The sky is streaked watercolors, gray and white,
spilling onto a world so green it squints the eye.
I hear a train’s distant whistle, the whiz of a car
on Rt. 33. The working world is stirring. I stir
my coffee, say good morning to Charlie. He drapes
his arm around my shoulder and softly taps my skin.
An excellent morning love song…
Thank you! It was a beautiful morning!
Beautiful, Kathleen! I love how the birdsong “necklaces the trees.”
Thanks!! The birds do adorn a morning!
I too, am a fan of the birdsong necklacing the trees. This so very lovely.
Thank you! I’m glad that phrase worked!
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