Ah, morning!

What marvelous unknowns will you set before me?

What unexpected events will you make unfold?

I awake. Curious, ready to receive your plans.

Gentle morning.

There is a newness to your breeze.

A freshness I invite into my body as I inhale you in.

I offer gratitude with each breathe.

Sweet morning.

You are a gift.  New every day.

Reminding me I too can give myself that same gift.

Yesterday is gone; never to come again.

I receive your gift, morning with compassion and an open heart.

Lea Austen/poetry