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
Kisses my window.
Blossoms vie for space and light on my balcony
They push and shove like crowds of pedestrians
On a crowded boulevard.
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,’ I call out to nobody.