My deck, 6 A.M.
Rhythmic bird callings
the only sounds punctuating
pond's sleepful, serene silence.
Blooming mountain laurel abounds.
With leafed green backdrop,
a perfect pointillist canvas.
Foxglove, opened shamelessly,
beckon to buzzing suitors,
frenzied in their search
for nectared satisfaction.
Across the water, rising sun brightens
neighbors' tree tops.
They glow golden - candles
atop the nation’s birthday cake.
Coffee mug in hand,
each breath cleanses deeply.
I stand before
a symphony of senses,
calmed and aroused.
Every day a celebration.