Awakening early in the dawn to the sound of birds;
Easing into daylight, sitting without words;
Coffee slipping down my throat, stirring up my senses;
Fragrant sweet peas opening in rows along the fences;
Dogs that snuggle up to me, waiting for a treat;
Music soaring through my veins, ramping up the beat;
Colors dancing in a field, or posed upon my palette;
Freedom to express my self, to choose and cast a ballot;
Words that tumble through my mind, ending up on pages;
Touches soft as satin, that calm when discord rages;
Life is measured out to me in gifts that this day brings;
The gifting of each moment lies in ordinary things.
Submitted to Jingle Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ This week’s theme is a few of my favorite things.