CAMELOT FANTASIES

Hot pink clouds shroud sacred sun.
Awakens me, the days begun.

Naked branches on the trees,
Jostling around the frosty breeze.

Golden sunlight wakes the hillsides,
Glistening dew drops - near, far and wide.

Inside the coffees piping hot,
The fireside is the cozy spot.

The old dry logs do pop and crack,
Distant train bumps down the track.

A moment to take in every sound,
Upstairs the children scurry around.

Prepare for yet another day,
Filled with books, and smiles at play.

I'll spend just one sweet moment more,
Sip hot coffee and just adore-

These morning moments my own way,
Appreciate the life I have this day.

~Anne Cline