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!
Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2012
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