Spring mornings.

Waking up to the yellow hues of light beaming down
Painting a warm scene yet the air is light, crisp, cool

From the kitchen window,
budding green tree leaves sprout among the chaotic branches
a network only accessible to the bouncing birds.

In the gardens,
baby daffolids have began their slow bloom,
with their yellow juicy nibs ever so slightly raised.

'Yes I'll fall face down,
As Your glory shines around'