Morning

         

         It's September. The days grow shorter. The nights grow longer. The light hours still swelter us. The dark hours are giving way to forgotten cool.
         This morning did not burst forth as a July morning would have, all boisterous, thrusting it's oppressiveness upon us. This September morning crept in like a lover, gentled with caressingly sweet kisses.
         The morning glories, a bevy of  beautifully colored saucers. The grass glistens with morning dew. The faded sunflowers hang their heavy heads. A slight breeze aids the rising heat to dry the laundry. The hum of the AC. The silly kittens play all around my feet, climbing in the laundry basket, eager to help in any way. The tree crew removes troublesome branches from power lines. I quietly ask Spot, the rail thin pup from across the road, why he is in my yard and if he'd like some food? The faint scent of decay is carried on the wind. Probably an unfortunate litter mate. It is a gentle sleepy morning. Something that is a rarity.
         ....just thinking out loud for all the world to see....