The sun is finally shining, warming my skin, <br />The horses are poking their heads out of the barn, <br />The snow has lifted, revealing green grass, <br />The ground still frozen, ice still on the pond, <br />Playing with the early morning mountain due, in between my fingers, <br />Off the leaf of a rose bush. <br /> <br />I pluck a flower out of the cold ground, <br />The sweet innocents of the little pink thing makes me smile, <br />Twirling in my fingers ever so gently, <br />Smelling its aroma, <br />Such magnificence in a small thing, <br />The peddles softly brushing against my checks <br /> <br />Sitting on this hard wooden bench, <br />All bundled up, braving the cold, <br />Admiring my flower, seeing puppies play, and <br />The sun that I haven’t seen in weeks, say hello. <br />Awe how nature can silently sing. <br />All to the tune of the kitchen mixer’s bellow, <br />Someone is making cookie doe. <br /> <br />Yep this is a start to just another day, <br />Another day, in Oregon<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-day-41/
