Good morning, whispers the sun
open to promise, come
enjoy this June day, and swoon
(just a bit)
from the scent, the flowers’ perfume.
Listen to the water chuckle
over the rocks it gambols,
and there a flotilla of geese,
proud sailors off to conquer
the mighty creek, their ocean.
Body still, mind wandering,
waiting for what?
Inspire me, I say,
I can sit here all day near the water.
(Perhaps not)
Good morning, whispers the sun, again
the day is full of promise
enjoy it,
lunch and fresh air,
birdsong and laughter
Bring respite from sorrow,
rest now, worry tomorrow.
Sweet slumbers, the moon murmurs
as night falls, and sleep brushes me
like a gentle kiss.

Schooners on Wissahickon Creek
This is in response to the Secret Keeper’s Writing Prompt. The words this week are:
Inspire/Night/Mind/Near/Wait
We took my mom to lunch yesterday at Valley Green Inn. Then we sat on a bench by the side of Wissahickon Creek. It was sunny and clear with a breeze, a perfect June day. We didn’t mention the shootings in Orlando, or check our phones. It was very peaceful.
This is exceptional! You are so amazingly talented. I am so glad I got to read this, because it is breathtaking.
Wow! Thank you so much. You just made my day. 🙂
This is refreshing.
Thanks, Ken.
…and I say: it’s all right. The sun does that. (K)
It feels like years since it’s been here. 🙂
Often it does. Which makes it even more sweet.
So peaceful. I especially love the third stanza…had me thinking of all the places I might like to sit and wait for inspiration.
Thanks, Jennifer. It’s a beautiful spot. 🙂
Refreshingly beautiful, Merril
Thanks so much, Derrick!