Here I Sit at 5AM
Here I Sit at 5AM
Coffee mug in hand
Doing what I do
Check the Google News
-Biden’s still running
Check the weather
-Hot, humid, storms tonight
Pendulum on the clock swinging the seconds away
Wonder what to write about
A writer is supposed to write everyday, right?
Look out the window
The rising sun just a glow through the trees
Ten thousand white clover begin to appear in our meadow
Behind me, a shadow of me on the wall
I wave, “he” waves back
Again, out the window, there are flower pots filled with color
A cardinal alights on the maple
The blueberry blossoms have turned into berries
The pollinator garden bursts with life:
Cat mint, wild grape, milk weed
Squirrels and rabbits glean fallen birdseed
The feeder is empty, a daily occurrence
Light filters through the trees
Not a whisper of wind
Peace pervades
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