Lazy Summer Morning

My poetry this morning is like an objective journal entry
There is no burning passionate urgency
When sitting outside in the early morning
The sun comes up with inspiration drowsily dawning
I find it easier to report about the scene
Let the sights and sounds pulsate as in dreams
Their unseen but vibrant waves
Massage and sooth my muse
And let descriptions sparkle and flow
Sometimes hitting their mark
And sometimes running to and fro
Still there is no urgency
No sparkling flashes, glimpses or rages
Wondrous insights to spill onto pages
Just breathing in the intoxicating flavors
Of the eternal here and now
There is so much to savor
This is an ever so pleasant and splendid tome
No feeling pressures or responsibilities
And lest I forget, no cursed urgency!