As the Spirit nudged me from the depths of sleep,
My shoes soaked the tears of joy which collected on the morning lawn.
The chill which remained from mid-night’s festivities,
Lingered around a little longer to wish morning’s visitors a hello.
The crest of the sun reminded us to hold on-
She would only be another minute or two.
It isn’t yet her time.
And as the sun made her full daily appearance,
The geese collected to sing their morning prayer.