Morning is by far my favorite time of the day.  Today’s poem is just a few of this morning’s beautiful moments, or as my friend Amber says, ‘Today’s glory.’

Breathe the Morning

Breathe the morning right when the light rises
enlarging the room.

Breathe the morning where swallows swoop
showing you the way.

Breathe the morning and the scent of marigolds
absorbing the sun.

Breathe the morning where purple finches chase
choosing a mate.

Breathe the morning where the dew beads
sequin-ning the grasses.

Breathe the morning near the mallard family
warming in the sun.

Breathe the morning with the wind quietly
rippling the water.

Breathe the morning where the dragonfly lighted
welcoming you back inside.

© 2016 – Laurel Archer