Waking, Upon A Spring Morning

Clouds drift

Sun Lifts

Minds slumber, peacefully adrift

Birds sing

Bells ring

A quiet morning in the spring 

Blue skies

Mind’s Eye

Takes it all in to clarify

What’s This

All This

Is there anything still to miss

These days

Always

Infinite things to do and say

But Still

Dawn will

Bring back a grand new morning’s thrill

Day breaks

I wake

With brand new paths that I might take