Crisp Winter Mornings

I am grateful.

For golden light.

For amusing animals

exhibiting their quirky personalities.

Little misfits--

a cat with no tail

and

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.