A Morning Like This

May has entered my world softly.

The dogwood tree outside my kitchen window is just beginning

to open its lovely blossoms to the sky.

Though we have had more rain

and cooler temps than I prefer lately,

I know all will be well

now that May has finally

made her debut.

During the long Winter months

May and I are playmates

in Dreamland.

When I sleep at night

my dreams are always

filled with

warm days of

sunshine,

birdsong

&

flowers dancing in the breeze.

I never dream of Winter.

My Spirit is a child within Me.

Always waiting...

watching...

Longing...

For the return of my friend...

May.

She carries with her the promise of beautiful days ahead.

Days full of breezes through open windows,

laughter on the porch swing,

and warm evening walks.

Even Rosie is happy in her usual morning spot

underneath the dogwood tree.

She makes a show of her morning grooming here so

Mercedes

can watch from her favorite kitchen window.

Yes

I have to love

A Morning Like This.

"When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows

and look out upon the beautiful world,

I thank God I am alive."

Ralph Waldo Emerson