Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Our temperatures here dropped to freezing last night, and I’m hoping it didn’t cut the flowers back for spring.

I have lots of work to get accomplished today ~ hoping and praying for focus.

My morning write ~

Wait
for the rolling fog
over placid cold waters

Wait
for the sun to tip its head
over-dampened brown earth

Wait
for the frozen air to stir
over warming chimney smoke

Wait
as I breathe out warm moist air
over this fine sunshine day

Wait
while I stand here
my soul lying out among the mist
over silent prayers of mercy and grace

Writing Note:

Something that stood out for me in reading Walt Whitman’s poem, Starting From Paumanok ~
“I stand in my place with my own day here.”

This is so true for me living here on Lake Ann! I am blessed!