she stepped out into the crisp early morning spring air
birds singing the dawn chorus to greet her
the pale blue sky had been delicately painted onto the calm waters of the bay
the marsh was starting to shed its brown winter coat and change into green for the summer
the sun was not up but the cloudy eastern sky was orange ablaze in anticipation
a lone waterman glided over the mirror like surface
speeding towards crab pots with hopes of a bumper catch
rhythmically flowing ripples ran from his boat to infinity
carving up the perfectly reflected sky painting into a torn canvas
when the boat was well gone and the ripples were just a gentle swell
the sky began to gently repaint itself on the water
she treasured these still moments that touched her soul
she loved way the bay and the marsh gifted her changing portraits
the pre-dawn era was brief but seemed never ending
the sun burst over the horizon with enthusiastic abandon
dormant still air was nudged into movement by the warming sun
gentle breezes began a whispering dance over the bay wiping out the reflected sky
she took one last breath of the intoxicating morning air before going inside
with a gracious thank you she she sealed the images in her mind
it was time to face another day laced with work, chores, family and errands
mixing with the poor souls who have never learned to worship these wonders
she will return for her daily dose of bayside nature tomorrow
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 