The sun is rising.
The dog’s lying in the grass
listening to the crickets.
The roses are blooming
along with daffodils.
The wind swings them.
My orange cat’s purring on
The window sill.
Wind whistles through
the window screens.
The sky is lighting up,
burning with
warm glowing hues.
Just outta bed, I
open the wooden door
and sit on the porch.
Chimes sing.
The air is full of
fine sediments
blown in
from the desert.