Rising with the sun is officially at 5 a.m.
When the horizon is broached by the golen globe
cats begin to prowl and yowl for food
pup begins to pace ready to play and
I begin to roll to and fro.
Why fight it?
Up for a homemade latte and game of kick ball.
If only the snow would go
This early morning celebration in the backyard in PJs and toque with steaming coffee mug in hand, rubber boots on feet
Is definitely a sign of Spring.
Day 22 NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)