I open the front door and a flutter of birds rush up from the feeder.
The sun has risen, but sits, still low, behind the house.
In the front, long crisp shadows reach out across the yard.
The plants, in their youth after winter, ring bright green; and I breathe in wholeness as my eyes capture this scene in just a brief moment.
I don’t linger, but I don’t rush away.
I am just opening the door to let the morning light in.
You paint with words beautifully.ReplyDelete
Beautifully captured in words and image.ReplyDelete