The prompt on NaPoWriMo today was to write an aubade, which is a morning poem.
Birdsong drifts in the window, carried by the day’s first rays of sun
Or is it the other way around?
Perhaps it is the heart lifting chirping which carries the light
My lips curve into a smile as I think about how I’ve been greeted into the day
I slowly open one eye, just in time to see a brilliant orange butterfly drift past
Carried along by the gentle current which is scented with chamomile and grass
The very same current which teases my hair as I sit at the edge of the bed
My eyes close again, not in sleep but in sheer delight
I sometimes think that I do not remember many of my dreams
But with my senses so vividly delighted this morning I think…
With such beauty surrounding me, life itself is the most delightful of all dreams