A Fall Morn

A Fall Morn 

The birds chirp and sing their songs,

flitting to and fro from the feeders.

A Downy woodpecker

pecks away at the suet

enjoying its breakfast.

The air is misty looking

full of moisture.

Dew drops

are covering the table

and any flat surface.

There is a damp coolness

in the air

as the sunrise makes

the sky glow ever brighter

in the East. 

My dog wanders out

as if to check on my whereabouts

and hops up on my lap,

settling in 

her ears and nose twitching

with the sounds and smells

as she too takes in this fall morn.

I sip my beverage

its warmth graces my lips and mouth

then course down my throat. 

My hope is you sense

the peace and serenity

of a fall morn

 as you read this

and your day flows

with an appreciation

for this gift of life.

How soaking it all in,

sensing it,

feeling it,

tasting it,

hearing it,

seeing it,

smelling it

is part of being it

of being one with it.  

All My Love Always, Keith