Morning Bliss
My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater the screen door slammed
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door
I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch
The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play
As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day
With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin
As my cheeks were gently tickled by the soft morning wind
Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display
As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze
The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place
Presented a performance which could never be replaced
From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing
I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring
A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face
Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end
Yet I knew for this performance I would return again and again.
With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
The blessed show of morning was now complete.
Brian K. Walters
