Morning’s Breath …

Spears of sunlight cut through the crack in the curtains
- dust dancing on the sunbeams streaming through the slits
a shaft of light streaks across the room
and as I arise
wrestling with the closed curtain
and managing to unlatch the wet window
as a delicate fragrance’s soft fingers
fold feelings over my heart
that stirs my senses
as I behold fields freckled with flowers
-dots of baby daisies dancing with dandelions
between bursts of colour
reflecting the rainbow overhead
and I smell the sweet scent of rain that has settled on the surface of the soil…

In this moment
I realise that this is how we find joy in the journey
as small splashes
re-refresh my tired heart.

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Brenda.ps23©