Morning blessings
as I count them:
wake
stretch
greet the sun
both smell and taste
of coffee
steaming in my favorite mug,
the one Darrell made,
that fits smooth
in the curve of my hand
sitting and fitting
with Otis
my sweet dog
in our favorite chair
and
writing
a few words
while the day is still new
This is for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we are asked to write something keeping the words of Mary Oliver in mind, “It mustn’t be fancy.”
Mary Oliver’s passing leaves me so very sad, yet mindful of little wonders all around.
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