photo by Chandra
Mornings are dark right now, but I am looking forward with anticipation and pleasure to our wonderful skies come spring. Vancouver has the most beautiful clouds I’ve ever seen and they fill me with joy. I face north and see the mountains from my windows and sometimes the clouds embrace the peaks as they would a lover.
Good Morning World…
Night in passing gives a military salute
And a promise of a crimson dawn
The Burrard Bridge at dawn, one of my favorite of many local bridges
Kisses my window.
Blossoms vie for space and light on my balcony
They push and shove like crowds of pedestrians
On a crowded boulevard.
My constant companion, Jerry, the anukshuk, watches over my balcony garden and the lovely miniature lilac tree daughter Susan gave me.
Yeah!
Cool air caresses my skin with a hint
Of sensual heat to come if I could only
Learn to be patient.
Fresh air and brewed coffee and car fumes
Dance together in my nostrils offering
A feast at my fingertips.
Good Morning World!
‘Good Morning World,’ I call out to nobody.
It isn’t a fire folks, just a beautiful dawn in my city
View from Over the Hill 