This Morning

This morning drifted in
with incomparable grace.
I was awoken by the silent light
gently stroking my drowsy cheek.

When I arrived at my dew painted yard
I took off my shoes and breathed in deeply.
As if I’d been stiff for years, I awkwardly
walked out unto the slippery carpet.

My spirit began to warm up and with
a gleeful yelp I began to run.
Tall grass brushed my legs with diamonds
and the coolness made me buoyant.

My smile glowed like the sparkling
pearls of honey that stuck to my fingers.
In a bushel birds took air to dodge my
reunion with the hands that hold me.

This morning I yelled and spun in circles.
I pretended every story I had ever thought
up was possible while white figures dotted the skies.
The grass, sun, and sky revived my gratitude for living.