It was the early hours and Spring
Had cloaked the earth in pastel light.
I watched wind dancing, birds in flight
And lazy tugs head from the shore.
It was a day worth waking for.
I sat down with my cup of tea
And felt it washing over me
As stress receded like the dawn.
Now with the morning moving on
I let my spirit drift away
To where sunbeams on water play.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
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