“magical salt marshes”

I wake up and hear there is beauty in my life
all birds… singing their morning songs
the northern crimson pink light sky is my delight
where am i to behold such a wondrous place…
garden of eden, perhaps so
the “magical salt marshes”

life is lush here and varied
even the whoosh of the shore west/east line brings the breath of life with it

I’m overlooking the dawn thru my beautiful backyard, it’s yellow circular wild gardens of buttercups
the brown and black tar shed stands sturdy and ready
it’s ripe green trees lush with leaves that seem to grow with the light

the possibilities of the day are many, but being here right now, holds the best a spirit could wish for
here comes the sun smiling like the full moon, sunny and jolly to take us all on again
this pale blue New England sky collaged with white juicy clouds…

it’s getting crisper in definition now
it changes all the time
the sunlight cuts a sharp beam of light onto a sliver of the green
and it’s like Hiawatha could come walking thru on it
e