Thursday, August 9, 2012

This August Morning

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.


Paul Sanderson

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