Awake before dawn,
The air still clinging to summer’s end.
I breath deeply,
Lungs fill with warm moist morning.
Alone to see a new sun rising,
Nothing more glorious could I see
As dark turns to dawn.
Should not Saturdays be for sleep,
Renewal of the body and soul;
I could never fit this mold.
My renewal lies in peace,
Peace in new day’s birth,
Coo of the morning dove,
Dance of the gecko,
Sky vast as the oceans
And just as blue.
With its birth I am reborn;
Starting anew as if my first day,
Nothing could be more glorious.
~
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
You have painted a lovely picture. I hope you are staying dry – is it still raining where you are?
Thank you Kimberly. It is dry here now and hot once again, it has been between 100 and 109 degrees over the last few days. Hopefully it will cool of a little very soon. 🙂
Like the air – I’m still clinging to summer’s end – LOL
Thanks RoSy. 🙂
I too enjoy the bright freshness of morning!
Its a beautiful thing isn’t it? 🙂