(A response to Lucy King — “What’s a Perfect Day for You?”)
I wake early because that is what I do.
The hustle and bustle of the outside world haven’t started yet.
The sun is outlining the mountains to the East.
There are a few clouds beginning to capture colors for the day.
A cup of coffee and a step out on the porch.
I say a deep ‘Thank You’ and breathe a fill of cool air.
An oriole swoops in to bid a raucous “Good Morning”.
The dog is ready to go back in.
I feed him and get a bite myself — and more coffee.
We take a walk in the early light and morning breeze.
Then a while reading from a book of poetry.
Cracking the computer, I begin to write.
If all is well and my mind is focused and the muse is close,
I flow out a few words of wonder at the universal beauty.
I will have to seek out this perfection more often.