In Verses & Song

With the sights and sounds of summer nearly upon us, I'm enjoying every lingering moment of spring. It's still cool enough to enjoy mornings and evening outdoors, listening to chirrups of birdsong, feeling a soft rushing breeze. It's a luxury to sit outside on a weekend morning with nothing calling to me on the calendar. Here's a new poem written on one of those mornings.  While Having Coffee on a Saturday Morning I feel the day awaken, fresh with golden light blooming, see tulips opening, pink petals waking to splendorous sun,  hear the frogs croaking, l ow throaty moans against soft winged trills above, watch squirrels rush up the bark tree branches luminous with green,  listen to the rush of motors on the highway beyond the whirring buzz of a saw behind the fence,  sip slow the caffeinated warmth, linger in rustling breezes carrying leaves into delicate dances,  observe the bright wings of a redbird hopping along the lawn, quick and inquisitive  he searches for break