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.
This is such a crunchy entry! Love it.
That was so good I felt it!