Sunday, November 28, 2010

A Quiet Morning

I'm not an early riser
I never claimed to be
I'd rather snuggle in my bed
but sometimes you gotta pee!

Once I'm up, I might as well
make a pot of coffee
and look, there next to the cream
is creamer;flavored toffee!

the birds are pecking in the dirt
a blue jay is a squaking
a little gray squirrel scurries by
the animals are talking.

I nestle in my blanket
next to the crackling fire
Sipping nectar of the gods
of this I never tire.

I gaze out of my window
taking in the marvelous sight
I think of Browning's poem
and all the world is right...

from "Pippa Passes"

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world! 

Robert Browning (1812-1889)Pippa Passes (1841) pt. 1,l.221

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