The first morning of summer
I awaken to the gentle sigh
of the earth unfurling
her first glimpse of sunshine
slipping through my curtains,
chasing away the velvet fog of night,
and sending the Moon to bed.
Outside in the tender hush,
where dawn drips honeydew
onto the blue hydrangea,
I sit with my coffee,
its warmth seeping into my hands,
the steam curling like a cat
against the stillness.
The world\'s whispers arrive,
carried on gentle breeze through branches and leaves,
while the lark\'s song decorates
the air like delicate lace.
On these morns,
life is a series of small,
cherished awakenings.
In this moment,
Sitting before the untouched
canvas of a season just begun,
within my Creator\'s comely nest,
My heart and soul finds
renewal and rest.