The Early Morning

There is just nothing quite like a warm spring morning. It's a reason to get out of bed. Today is especially gorgeous here in the sunny south. The dew is fresh, all is quiet except for the bird symphony. It's my favorite time of the day. Today reminds me of why I've always been a morning person. I remember 30 years ago how I'd get up early and ride my bike to nearby Lake Michigan to watch the sun rise. And I wrote:

The freshness and beauty 

of early morn,

when all is new and clean and bright.

Quiet prevails in all grace and power 

like a queen 

in rich majesty on her throne.

The rising sun bathes my face

while an oratorio of birds is

music 

to my ears.

I am mesmerized by water lapping 

on the shore, the

vastness of the deep, blue sea.