Sunday, July 6, 2025

Nature’s gift


Awakened early by the summer’s light, 
I rise to greet the mountain 
And her ever-changing halo of clouds.
 I feed the cats, 
Then sit, and watch the foxglove 
Waving in the breeze. 
Whatever else the day brings, 
There’s still this: nature’s gift 
 Of morning.

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