It's a Spring Morning

The morning greets me with birds at my window They peck at the glass, they chirp and harass, "The sun is up, the grass smells clean! The flowers so pretty they must be seen!" I pull the covers back up to my chin, the cold cotton pillow feels good on my skin. But the longer I lie here the more I realize, the coffee is calling; I really must rise. With eyes barely open, I saunter about. The kitty is purring and happy as trout. My shepherds come running, their tails wagging fast. They want to go outside, and go running past. I open the door and nearly knocked over, They run off the deck and into the clover. I walk to the table, all dressed with pink roses, waiting for barking, and kissed by wet noses. I smell the aroma of Colombian beans, my percolator singing, while I get on my jeans. I'm feeling quite artful, the day has begun. The birds are still chirping, the yard in full sun. The coffee tastes great, and as I sit here, the birds at my window, the cat in the chair, there's one place that's calling, with north light galore, just past the den, where Big Bear will snore. My studio corner, my wonderful place, where dreams are realized, and canvas to face. The day has begun It's a spring morning -Mary Susan Vaughn