A warm Florida morning calls me
Soft, cloud shrouded grey-blue skies
In heavy, wet, dew swept grasses
Blackbirds hasten with their cries.

Pink blossoms burst on Mimosa trees
Erupting in such a riot of color.
Shades of spring, just now to begin
Full of new born beauty, a wonder.

A soft whisper beckons, then calls
Lifting leaves of deep green clad live oak trees
Gently swaying whisps of grey Spanish moss
Silently lifting thoughts in the morning breeze.

As Sabal palms spill fronds in majesty
Tall slash pines lend their somber presence
Into a quiet, blissful Florida morning
Life, living, at its essence.

The sun filters softly through the clouds
Marking on its journey the time of day
Calling out to a land unrelenting
Sharing such warmth, as it moves on its way.

Brown, crisp leaves carpet the ground
As new spring growth pushes through.
On such a warm morning, cool and clean
Life has begun again, anew.

On these warm mornings in Florida
Spring blossoms forth, fresh and green.
It is for such peaceful, blissful Florida mornings
Oyr lives are simple, pure, calm and serene.

03/12/2004

Author's Note: A nod to Wallace Stevens

Posted on 03/26/2006
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