There’s something about the way
early morning sun
shines on green grass,
glistening the drops of dew
like millions of tiny mirrors
sparkling in the stillness
before the day’s duties of life
take over my thinking and doing.
I think I’ll stand right here
for just a moment,
looking at how a peaceful sun
slants through some of the spring leaves
of Crimson King and sugar maple
hanging down toward the lawn.
Ah, what a gentle, fine beginning
to the day the Lord has made.
I believe I’ll spend just a bit more time
studying the lines and shadows of the old spruce
stretching across the gravel drive
and leave the doing for later.