Early March Morning
Early morning in my small town:
Tyres whizzing over pavement
In varied tune of size and speed;
Tits about in bare trees with
Constant chat through twisting twigs.
People and birds are on the move.
But I am still in bed.
Yellow daffodils light the sill,
Their glow of gold as bold as sun.
The flowers and I just 'are'.
How grateful I am for their bright beauty
As I open my eyes today.
Cynthia Buell Thomas, March, 2020