Morning!
Or day… though I hope it is morning,
Full of promises, rich with delight
And it’s slowly, carefully dawning,
Touching your hand with affectionate light…
Like flower to flower radiating happiness,
Demanding nothing but you in return…
It paints the clouds unthinkable colors –
Amber, crimson, auburn…
No wind… so still… just your breath in the air
'Making it warmer. The sky’s getting blue…
I close my eyes. Butterflies, smell of pear…
And I’m whispering softly: good morning to you…