Early Morning Rising - How Life Is Treating Me

Another yawn 'Tis early in the morning 4 a.m. again...now 6 a.m. So I do what poets do... Turn the pages of my brain Searching for something Old to share...or write something clever and new... Soooo here it is... Hoping your day is filled with Someone's radiant smile I hope your day is crowded with hugs, Hope your day is flooded with phone calls from family or friends... I hope you'll find the time to caress, If only with your eyes, the flowers inside my endless paper gardens, Real or unreal -in some magazine you are holding...a distant vision arrives. I have my mother's Garden magazines and I often flip through those flowerbeds with immense wanderings Each one thriving rooted from the 70's. Take a walk, call someone to join you For an ice cream cone... Ah come on... so you have give up french fries... Don't close the shades to the sun screaming to be let in... If some Senior Soul complains that the AC is tooooo cold, it really is... Smile and offer a sweater, knee cover... offer anything to warm them up, except a frown... Place your PC near a window so you can see outside... The Crape Myrtles are in bloom Roses are showing off their beautiful faces. No this is not another garden poem... Early moring rising... Musing! Humming! Singing too, of course! Hey! You out there! Have a great Day! Early moring rising Blessed to do so! Thank you Lord!