The Gift

Alison L. JamesPoetry

Morning arrives.
I open my eyes to
A blue-coated sky
Wrapped in cloud drifts
Under a radiant sun.
Consciousness begins anew.
I breathe in the Spirit of All
As Mother Earth opens
Another Day
For me to manifest my dreams.
I focus on the day ahead.
The panoply of life,
A smorgasbord of choices
Await my presence.
I espy through my window
Swaying trees that stand tall,
And birdsong greets my heart.
Here is presented
A package of natural wonders,
All in a wink,
A most generous gift.