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 laying out among the mist
Over silent prayers of mercy & 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”. I feel this is so true for me living here on Lake Ann! Blessed!