Ode To Anew Day

There comes a time when each new day is an unexpected joy - the yes, of yes I am alive. My quilt covers against the chill breeze, holds me for sweet moments cocooning in my bed before ring to a morning salutation. Golden light washes the hillside, splashes on tomatoes and summer squash, on greening apples and ripening peach on blackberries growing along the fence and sunlight like a lover has kissed the trees on their green lips - its yellow body shining there.