The morning sun is peeking

Above the mountain

Rising just beyond

Our front pasture.

It bathes me in

It’s gentle, fog-shrouded, light

As I take a sip from

The mug of cocoa

Nestled warmly

In my hands.

I listen to

The early morning birdsong

While I watch

A pair of rabbits

Nibbling peacefully

In the dew-covered grass,

Accompanied by

An occasional honeybee

Buzzing between

The stalks of

Yellow dandelions

And a carpet

Of blooming clover.

It’s a new day,

And I am greeting it

With a joyous heart,

Thankful for

My bounty of blessings,

Beginning with

This very moment

As I watch my world

Come gently

To life.