May 27, 2021
Steaming coffee, comfy spot,
The sun is out, it’s not yet hot.
Just gently rocking in my chair,
A time to read, to write, to share.
I have no special words to say,
Just weaving rhymes to start my day.
I hear the birds amongst the trees,
Upon my face a gentle breeze.
A butterfly floats through the light,
Mosaic etchings glowing bright.
It’s nice to start my morning slow,
See clouds dress up, put on a show.
I’m blessed to share my quiet time
With words and thoughts that form a rhyme.
I pray the rhythm from my heart
Will give your day a peaceful start.