let my eyes see
in beauty and stillness lay
fresh and new once again
to know you are with me

the morning is full of vapors
like an old sunken ship
lost at sea

soft summer sun peaks over
the Ozark Mountain ridge
and dapples through the mighty oaks

pouring down into the cove over Lake Ann
carrying ~ forever shadows
by the arm fulls

as I gather each and every one
I lay them on my lap
with morning smiles and joy

morning glides into my day
soft ~ and fully emerging
changing ~

changing everything

It touches . . . even me!