A morning as this morning

Morning

They come and they go as they will but it is we
who change our  expectations
but then cannot we ask more of one day
than another in appreciations

The morning doves came first cooing softly as
if only half awakened
and onto the warm lofts of air currents a red
tailed hawk  has taken

Out across the pasture my two dogs
have been turned lose and run fast away
and so begins  the wonder of a gift
the birthing of a new day

The cardinals sing graciously  in pairs in bright colors
and pure voices
is it a bird in the hand or in the bush
I know my choices

At a white fence line  two horses watch
and chew passively as I pass along the rails
I offer  each an apple core yet they shy away
dropping there heads swishing their tails

You are given only so many mornings in a life
and how many are perfectly caressed
how many more can we expect as this one
that has been so beautify blessed

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, or in poetry, in story perhaps to sort out the missing from the found perhaps and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their own words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

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