GOOD MORNING

J. Price

I wake at the break of dawn,

coffee on deck, I sit down.

My eyes look past the scant lawn.

Dew twinkles across the ground.

I watch the brilliant sunrise.

Crows chase a hawk ‘til’ he’s gone.

Attacks, with loud squawking cries.

The hawk weaves, evades, and moves on.

The lake reflects crystal rays,

Wild grasses dance just for me.

Such beauty teases, and plays.

I feel happy and carefree.

Birds, bunnies, playfully rise.

Life has awakened this morn.

Cloud shapes morph across the skies.

Another day has been born.