My Morning

Freshly ground coffee dripping into the carafe. The heavenly odor permeating the air. Bright yellow explosion of sunrise climbing out of the distant sea. Morning is the best part of the day. Morning, still cool and fresh as I walk barefoot onto the deck. Steam rising from my coffee mug as I curl into the deck chair. The smell of heather from the window box mixing with the coffee aroma. Morning is the best part of the day. The doe and her fawns stepping out of the woods, Watching me as I watch them. After assessing me they cross the lawn To nibble leaves from the trees. Staying in the shade offered by the poplar tree They pretend to ignore me as they dine. I pretend to ignore them as I sit and read. Morning is surely the best part of the day.