In The Cool of the Morning

In the cool of the morning
In the shade of the trees
As I gazed upon the flowering plants
And the robins and the bees
I considered my plans for the day
While I sat sipping my tea.

My eyes were trained on the Rose of Sharon
And I wondered
"Where are the hummingbirds from the summers past?
Have those lazy summer days all gone asunder?
I guess their capricious visits weren't meant to last."

In the cool of the morning in the maple tree's shade
I sip my warm tea reviewing what progress I've made
I've weeded and sprayed and spread mulch yesterday
I am determined that I will enjoy the backyard
Come what may!

I've resumed work on an old painting
But a new one needs to start
The shapes and colors need to gel in my mind
Before it becomes my piece of art
 I need to focus on what I will be creating
I need to paint a background that will be fascinating!

But alas the song of the wrens
Lulled me into a peaceful daydreaming
Painting ideas disappeared
Into my consciousness that was streaming
Where colors were brilliant then merged and faded
While I savored the moments of this day elated.