This is the sort of morning that
The dew sparkles on the grass
The sun shines through the trees
Casing elongated shadows
Adorning the deep leaf carpet
The nip in the air tingles on the lips
Spider’s webs wait, hang between trees
Holding diamond droplets of dew
Waiting to stick to my face
Water bubbles and trickles
Gently meandering downstream
Birds gentling singing
In the canopy above
I stand in the warm sun
And close my eyes
It could almost be summer
Then the nip of the air
Tingles on my lips
And I remember autumn has arrived
And this is a day
Worth getting up for.
