September Morn

Sun no longer wakes me,
Just faint light of a new day.
Electric light needed, but still
Housecoat of summer
Cotton suffices.
First snirkle of brewing coffee,
Brain directed on day’s agenda,
While warm cascade flows over lathered head.
Hot washcloth springs soul to remember
“Good morning, God!”
Toothbrush, too, pushes aside slumber.
Mug in hand,
Blanket caressing shoulders,
I open the day’s Scriptures.
“Cheers!” God and I signal each other–
Our daily brew extended
Mine upward; His downward.
My soul ready to commune
Like late summer pecking early autumn on the cheek.

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  1. Catherine Schneider on October 4, 2021 at 8:33 am