Sunday Morning

Out on the patio on a Sunday Morning
The blessings are heaven sent.
No humidity because the
Saturday storms came and went.

A breeze at my back
Blowing gently on my hair.
Room temperature in the open air.
Busy birds flying everywhere.

Not a cloud in the nascent sky
The green leaves and grass glow.
Warmth at my bare left foot
Brings me into the flow.

Wonder what Emerson and Frost would say
On so glorious a Sunday.

They’d glory in it.
Just like I am.