Morning glories.

Sweet Lady Mother Moon, I had forgotten how wonderful mornings are.

Walking in the early hours today I saw blue jays in the bare black lace branches of the beech trees against the morning glory blue morning sky.

A small girl in a pointed knit cap waved at me as she waited to go to school.

Frostflowers bloomed across every windshield and window I passed, and underfoot the grass crackled like glass.

The long pale morning light slanted past me, casting shadows I haven’t seen in months.

Back home now I sit with hot tea and a playful dog and cold ears and joy in my heart.


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