mornings on the meseta

May 31

We’ve started out our morning 

and I’ve fallen back a ways,

rising before the sunshine 

brightens the path for the day.

The fields stretch out for miles

and red poppies dot my view,

the sun is slowly rising, 

the sky gently changing hues.

Multitudes of sprightly birds 

sing their sonnets in the trees. 

the clouds fade from rose to white, 

all earth’s blessings shared with glee!