Morning becomes Electra
the trees solid
the green leaves not quite bright
with sun
I sing a song of gratitude
the list is long
the fresh strawberries
become my breakfast
with a little plain yogurt
my white mug filled with
the gold raw coffee
'specially picked for today
and brewed to perfection
In the cooking and preparing
In the shopping and cleaning
In the visualizing and dreaming
I start this Spring day
with a friend who calls
back
dancing at my table.
Anita S. Holzberg
April 3, '10
Sunday, 4 April 2010
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A Sunnyvale morningsong.
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