Ink stained fingers,
A sure sign of a scribbler.
I was seeking the energy and rhythm of early morning,
Munching on granola bars and sipping gator aide.
The birdsong is loud and boisterous and
The cool breezes play the hummingbird chimes.
Dusty millers standing bright, attentive and happy
Hanging begonias adding a joyful pop of pink against green foliage
Jack rabbits eye me cautiously and give a wide berth
Squirrels climbing trees and flicking bushy tails for all they're worth
I tried in vain to go back to sleep
But the sun and the birds bid me come outside.
It's been so long since I scribbled and wrote
Thoughts and observations from my early morning front porch
I wake most times with such worries
I say my rosary or parts of it in a hurry
Then light and positive energy comes forth in my mind
My thoughts aren't sleepy but gentle and kind
Still I try to fall back asleep
But melancholy starts in to creep
That's when I grab my writing gear
And head outside for my spirit to hear
God's creation of the new day
And my gripes and troubles get soothed away
Now rest can come to my thoughts and stay
