Morning Observations

Another grim, grey story murmurs the morning headlines, On top of grumpy wood While a half-drank cup of coffee accepts its fate. Like a basking lion, The knife rests along the tops of a clean, white plate. Morning’s glory tiptoes through the kitchen, As dust dances from the neglected corners of the room. I am still waiting for my toast to pop. Perhaps there is music in everything we do. You collect that pop toast, You make time for yourself! Outside, The trees are waving- Looks like Mother Nature finally got around to repainting them- That deep green.