This Morning
My pink cone-flowers had a visitor this morn -
a Monarch butterfly.
It went from flower to flower to sup
and I couldn’t help but sigh.
The Monarch’s are few - not many seen -
so I welcomed the gift so rare;
What a wonderful way to start the day
when it chose my flowers, fair.
I sat, enchanted, while the sun arose
and wakened each living thing;
The robin flew from its cosy nest
and the finch began to sing.
A chipmunk skirted across the grass
and my dog gave a playful chase;
My breakfast tea tasted oh-so-good
and no need to drink it in haste.
The dew shone and sparkled in the sun -
before the heat soared high;
A quiet time shared with Nature -
before the chores of the day.
Mornings are truly a blessing -
I’ve been given a brand new day;
Mornings are a time to meditate
and surely a time to pray!
©Joan Adams Burchell
July 29, 2006
