the sunny room & the fresh cut grass

it’s morning and dark in the house        except
when i pass the closed door on the writing room
its bright sunlight shines thru
under the door and all around its edges

i open it and the sunlight fills everywhere

i smell the sweet fresh cut grass

the robins are hopscotch running across its ground for breakfast
the junior red northern cardinal is still calling for a mate in the big old maple tree

i feel the quiet summer breeze
up from down the salt marshes

our little garden is in a patch of sunlight

tiny little yellow round spider babies, joyously line zipping on their silken threads
creating shimmering multicolored paths of light for all to see

the sky a sapphire blue at this beautiful moment
it’s a glorious morning in the magical salt marshes

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