It’s a cold blue skied September morning,
The first coffee for the day has gone,
The heater is on and slowly warming,
And I feel myself finally waking up,
I perform the daily curtain opening ritual,
Bright pink cherry blossoms catch my eye,
Our garden is beginning to come alive for Spring,
The thought of an end to winter makes me smile,
As golden sunbeams pierce the tree line,
My room illuminates, and I rub weary eyes,
It is quiet, a blessing of country living,
My mind is also quiet, unready for workday stress,
The world feels so far away from me this morning,
And the thought of that distance makes me smile,
Apart from sparrows squabbling outside my window,
The fan of the heater is the only sound,
Right now, I could be the last man on earth,
And I would be ok with that.
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