A gift each morning before the noise begins if the door isn’t too heavy a stroll around the neighborhood a walk in a nearby park or up a hill behind the house winter wet, summer heat springtime fresh or autumn melancholy we chat we giggle sometimes she takes my arm and we walk in silence a gift of a moment of a place of love and companionship a gift to start the day Marv Himmel © December 1, 2020
5 thoughts on “Morning Gift”
Sounds like a happy man.
A treat in my mailbox: your poem! Another one that touches my heart and tickles the dormant poet; thank you, Marv, and welcome back. Beautiful photo, too.
Thanks Donna, I am glad you like it. Dormancy sure describes where I have been.
I love it. It reminds me that gratitude comes from something as simple as admiring what is right before you.
I am glad you like it. Sometimes it is the simple stuff.