Morning sunshine backlights the ferns
giving them a glowing radiance.
Mockingbirds swoop and hop over the
garden from wire to tree in a spring mating dance,
oblivious to the full feeder where other birds feast.
A slight breeze rustles the bamboo
like slippered feet crossing the floor and the wind-chime
offers a solitary ding from time to time.
I knew this morning was perfect when
the dogs awoke me with kisses and eagerly bound
down the stairs, tails waving like flags.
NaPoMo prompt courtesy of This is not a Literary Journal:
“Go outside, sit and observe. Make a list. Write a poem. Have fun.”