Patio Poetry

The Early Riser

Waking up at four in the morning has its benefits the presence of calmness is before you and inspiration is all around you.  Every morning before heading to my computer, I make myself a cup of mint latte' and sit outside in the comforts of my quint back yard.

The patio is where I take great pleasure, in marveling at natural beauty before getting my day started.  There, I am surround by an assortment of beautiful fresh flowers, and an eyeful of sensational pleasantries.

I adjust my eyes and immediately notice the way the gentle breeze extends its hand to the lush green trees, asking them for a dance.  I witness them perform at their very best as they waltz, tango, slow dance, two-step and dip each other at the very end of each song.  I clap my hands and give them a well deserved standing ovation.

A few birds seemingly fly close by, for it is their way of saying good morning.

I glanced down ready to take sip of my mint latte' and the steam  s-l-o-w-l-y  forms the initial of my last name  S  for Stewart; and invites me to a steamed mini facial, I accept graciously.

I take a few more sips of my morning beverage, but as much as I would love to bask in the morning sun and be awed by the beauty of nature, I realize I must get a move on it!

Being fully aware of how time flies I decided to go in, cook breakfast, quiet my grumbling stomach and get my day started.

Bracing myself, I close my eyes, take a deep breath and inhale before I make my way in, the fresh air gently grazes against my nasal passages, sending an array of wonderful scents that it carried along the way. 

Ah! the retiree's are at it again I smile and say to myself, up at five-thirty in the morning tantalizing the taste buds of the working-class.  Suddenly my stomach has stopped growling and I am no longer hungry.  On the contrary, I am actually quite full.  I have had sausage, pancakes, and scrambled eggs with my mint latte,' topped off with fresh flowers that are planted in my garden right next to me.

I have had a facial, said good morning to the beautiful birds before they traveled on to their next journey and had front row seats to a terrific ballroom dance, all before the sleepy-time wore off those with crust still in their eyes. 

What a wonderful way to start the morning!

Now I am no longer famished for anything but the zest of life, and the anticipation of what the afternoon and evening shall bring to my imagination. 

Oh, and of course fifteen years from now the lifestyle of the retired.

HAVE A GREAT MORNING!