Sunday, December 21, 2014

Crisp Winter Mornings

I am grateful.

For golden light.

For amusing animals
exhibiting their quirky personalities.
Little misfits--
a cat with no tail
a beagle-dog with an aversion
to touch.
That we've been entrusted to care for.

For crisp crunching under my feet.
For copper colored grasses and weeds.

For coffee steam on my chilled eyelids
closed above the cup.

For tractor rumbling and crashing of corn
into the feeder
filled for spilling out to hungry cows.

For the creak and slam of the door
that announces
"somebody's here"

For crisp winter mornings.
That shock my lungs alive
with that first breath of air.