Dear Morning by Marion

I grew this magnificent being...

Squash blossom

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Dear Morning:

By Marion

I wake with these lyrics

going round and round my head:

"And the days go by

like a strand in the wind

in the web that is my own

I begin again..."  ~Stevie Nicks, 'Edge of Seventeen'

I put the coffee on, then

head out the back sliding

glass doors to the patio.

The morning dew glistens on the 

freshly cut grass and

dragonflies dip and sip

like flying jewels,

wings sparkling

in the new day's sun.

I am present for this moment.

I'm alive and I see.

What more is there?

I water the garden.

The Bush Beans are

leaning, reaching

toward the rising sun.

The Squash blossoms 

vibrate with yellow-ness.

The Tomato leaves 

generously release

their unique fragrance---

The Catalpa tree

drops a blossom at

my dew-covered bare feet.

I look up...there are no blossoms

anywhere on the old tree.

A gift, this little Orchid-like

flower.  Thank you, tree.

Birdsong surrounds me,

a chorus of life and joy.

Thank you, Morning,

for your generous gifts.