So?

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. - Thoreau

primarily

arbitrarily

dreamily

miraculously

lolling in my innocuous, cordial bed this morning atop a mature, senescent hill

a late winter's aurora gleaming through a refracting window

over and through spongy, doughy clouds

birds vocalizing the promise of yet another new day

hushed white noise of an ancient, kibitzing river far down below

my god winking a crusted eye

verses of faith composing, penning and enlightened

it's how i awakened

it's all i think

all i've got

all i need to know

so?

Author's Note

"The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes that slumbers all the rest of the day and night." - Thoreau

Reviews

[willweb]

So? Then embrace it, enjoy it and entrench (I needed another en word and this is what came to mind) yourself in the new day that has been presented for you just outside the window...or, sleep in, the choice is yours and it is that choice that makes each day wonderful. Very cool my friend.

[Pete]

exactly. too many uptight people rushing to go nowhere in this weird world. thanks ww ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

I think you have a wonderful way of waking. What a feast of nature greeting you. Pete you are on a roll with your poetry at the moment. Your muse is on speed :) I love your posted image. Fabulous.

[Pete]

thanks chris. as i was telling willweb, sometimes i get in this mode where i can't stop - they just keep coming like a flood without even needing to think or create. other times i hit a dry stretch and there's nothing try as i may. lately has been a flood ... :)

[Pete]

oh, and i listen to a lot of music and that often spurs me on ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

Make the most of the flood :)