Good Morning and Happy Easter!
The Progressive Poem winds through these parts today. Thank you to all that came before. You set up a beautiful story. I'm so glad to join with a line.
Suddenly everything fell into place
like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.
When morning first poked me, I'd wished it away
my mind in the mist, muddled, confused.
Was this a dream, or reality, rousing my response?
The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising,
Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.
I yawn and s-t-r-e-t-c-h, ready to explore the day.
My feet pull me outside and into the garden.