Monday, September 10, 2018

Morning Rain

In the early, early morn
The gentle rhythm of rain
Pattering on my roof
Brings a meditative awakening.

Without conscious thought
The cleansing away
Of troublesome dreams
Leaves peaceful serenity.

To the balcony I traipse 
Soaking up the music;
Tapping, dripping, splashing
On the pavement below.

And so it is with
Cleansed mind and soul
I greet the new day

Infused with a 5 year old’s enthusiasm.

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