August Morning
I awake to the softest and briefest whine,
Repeated until it penetrates my dream.
His tags clang and he’s ready for patrol.
I drag my still weary body from the bed
And set him free, shaking off my night wanderings.
The soft light outside registers as I close the door
And hurry to the kitchen for my morning mug.
Quickly setting the coffee pod and water to heat,
Cream and sweetener, readying the peptide powder
I wait the excruciating three minutes for brewing.
Now with my steaming mug, I slow my pace
As though I’ve not yet started my day.
I claim the view spot at the table
On my porch to watch as morning
Begins to spill itself across the cove.
Out of sight, the sun has begun its
Long and arduous trek across the August sky.
A mystical rose gold glow settles across the water.
Fluffy pink clouds drift by, the rays just arriving.
Nature’s sounds crescendo, undisturbed by humans.
The birds’ calls are crisp, and loud, joyful
As they begin to search their world for likely meals,
Signaling their finds: a juicy worm, a bowl
Of seeds, a basket of suet.
A moment of peaceful gratitude fills my eager soul.
Light breezes begin to flutter the leaves
As colors change, commuters drive the highway
Sounding like the surf of my childhood memories.
The dog has made his rounds and sits intensely
Gazing in my eyes to remind me of his schedule.
It is time to provide his morning chew,
To make my bed, complete my rituals.
Reluctantly, I drag myself away from my perch.
And yet, this brief encounter with the natural world
Has left me with a sense of wonder and calm.
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