Good Morning

The grass sparkles as heavy drops of dew hang like diamond jewels from each individual leaf.

Crickets, tree-frogs and birds are gossiping somewhere just out of sight.

The sleepy sun throws off its blankets of cloud to start its daily travel through the skies.

A tiny baby earthworm, no bigger than a cedar needle comes up to discuss life with me. I tenderly deposit him in the soft damp grass.

Silken spider webs criss-cross in ribbons lit by the sun.

My soul is refreshed as I watch the trees welcome the newborn day.

Good morning.

Reviews

[V. K. Harris]

Good Morning A. L., Lovely poem it makes me long for the warmth and smell of green in the comming months. Excellent write.