A Repast of Blessings
Virginia Salter

the hour is but seven o’clock
yet the sun seems at ten
it’s hard to understand the look of day
when early morn’s still at hand

the town is quiet in this early hour
as a golden day begins
the poet at her word machine
telling tales provoking grins

cat sits on the porch stoop
longingly seeking drink
yet water bowl sits within
garden sprinkler’s circle of rain

a reflection of sunlight
provides stage lights
for droplets dancing upon the patio
while ferns quiver as gentle fans

serenity so envelops these moments
as if a repast of blessings
has been received from within
God’s universal cathedral

© May 8,  2000