Morning’s Cheer

I’ve been outside, I’ve walked uphill,
Then down again with easy will.
The birds about, in happy sound,
Flew tree to tree and danced around.
The clouds were spreading marmalade
Of golden oranges ‘cross the sky
As I walked down into the shade
And heard the rushing cars go by.
Beneath the bridge, in river’s flow,
I saw a beaver moving slow;
Above the bridge, in rising soar,
Apartment buildings, floor by floor,
Reached and caught and clasped the sun.
Then I went in, my walk was done.
And now I write of downhill, up,
With pen in hand, and coffee cup.
The TV’s off, I need no news;
My window shows sky’s whites and blues.
The day’s begun, and I sit here
With something writ of morning’s cheer.

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