Ahh!

 

Frosty-dawn delight!

 

A warm-comfort bed in winter’s-chill is most difficult to

abandon voluntarily---unless…pink-blush dawn’s kiss beckons.

 

Filigree-frost freeze-lace design-intricate slightly sparkles at the very

first hint of dawn-light; sun-shafts soon blaze the rainbow-crystal bright.

 

But, by then, I’m be up and dressed, shaved, brushed and showered.

Stoked the kitchen wood stove, banked the fire, added seasoned-logs.

Grab a slice of Nanny’s homemade bread, don the winter parka and

a corduroy cap with earmuffs built in---and…out the cold-porch door.

 

Hasty-crunched silver-frosty blades-of-grass trekking to the quiet-barn.

 

“Good morning! Horses!” I greet the soft-nickering expectant.

 

To the ladder, climb into the loft, toss alfalfa flakes to the critters.

Cattle and sheep are fed; the doors open to the pasture. Morning!

 

Check the henhouse, gather eggs, scatter cracked-corn to the flock.

 

Ah! Fresh-air! Breathe-deep! Ole-man sun is up and shining bright.

 

Breakfast awaits! And, Boy! Am I hungry! An adventure-day is born!

Amen!