Welcome to this morning.
The sun sparkles
Then glares its life-eye down upon us
The sound-calendars sing their songs
In percussive crescendos of layered richness
While cockcrow eyes are filled by
Flowers running naked-wild in full display
Begging water and
Giving glory in leaf and pedal.
We are wealthy and blessed.
We are welcomed to this morning.
8/7/12
Paul Sanderson
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