Morning’s Honey Dew

Good morning, wishing you a soft start to the day!
I use my time on my lakeside deck for solace and prayer. ~writing notes

I welcome these
northernly breezes
as they bid me
a honey dew morning, hello.

I’m out and about
walking under my sky dome,
with my day’s best friend, Sky Wind.

I live in a stand of pine trees
high up on the hilltops.
Where Ozark Mountain limestone bluffs
sit in honey-glazed
apricot orange sunlight.
As light filters in between
the mighty
lush greens
of Lake Ann’s hickory and oak
woodland forests.

I sit here–
four-squared,
upon dark brown
aged and scared
hard oakwoods
and held here
in this spot
praying a hopeful prayer.

I ask
for a gentle,
a soft kind of day.
Where pain subsides
and lavish hope
is rekindled.
Where energy
is left to spare
and for this
one day–
a summer’s sunset,
and there to find my holy reprieve.