Morning Song

Black Eyed Susans in an Overgrown Garden - Photo by author

~ This Morning's Song ~

A brief reflection in solitude

When I wake with a crick in my neck

and a knee reluctant to bend

with no exciting plan to cheer the day

from now until its end

I stumble down, prepare a mug of coffee

to sip in early quiet on the back porch

before our city wakens, before delivery and 

garbage trucks begin to rumble by

Before the birds begin to fly. It is just me

and one small bunny nibbling on the lawn

until she notices and flees into the arms

of John’s garden - her comfort zone

The lawn, more like a leafy meadow

surrounded by tall trees - a forest

tucked into an aging neighborhood

Its shade a blessing on hot August days

This yard, crafted carefully for over forty years

a testimony to one gardener’s love - now

on its own and overgrown, continues to inspire.

And look! A pair of mourning doves appear.

While I give thanks and cheer!

-JoMae

8/10/21

This morning’s reverie… Enjoy!