Early Morning By the Lake

I sit on my couch on the terrace watching the dawn. The struggling sun is still hugging the eastern mountains. It shines with a shy orange hue casting no shadows. A sweet breath blows inwards from over the placid lake. Upon the roof, I hear the low murmur of wild doves. Spring is not so far, may it arrive quickly enough. I look down on my lawn, alas the white crocus spent, It matters not since fragrant flowers will now flourish. Wild plants can already be seen, their buds opening, Cyprus sedge, Winterberry holly amongst others Will provide the water's edge with grandiose landscape. A skein of geese in usual formation flew fast enough, No doubt eager to find a place for their mating spree. And as the sun begins it upwards trajectory, I languish so pleasantly in the countryside's peace, Wait with enthusiasm, as my wife prepares breakfast, Inhale the fine aroma of fresh roasted dark coffee.