Morning Bliss

Morning Bliss My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands. As I entered the theater, the screen door slammed. My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door. I sat in the balcony as I enjoyed the view from my porch. The orchestra of songbirds gently began to play. As the curtain of darkness, was lifted by the light of day. With great anticipation, I waited for the show to begin. My cheeks were gently touched by the soft morning wind. Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display. As a soft golden hue, slowly overtook the lazy morning gray. The character of the fog silently receded from the stage. Unveiling a lake of glass, still sleeping beneath the haze. The pure and simple beauty, as well as the peace of this place. Presented a performance, which could never be replaced. I sat in awe from the edge of my old porch swing, while wondering what magic the next act would bring. A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace. I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face. Pleading for an encore, I wished the show would never end. I knew for this performance. I would return again and again. With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat The blessed show of morning was now complete. By Brian K. Walters