Morning

Sitting at the kitchen counter,
In my robe.
Scones cooling on the counter.
Looking out the window as the sun rises
Trees and bushes in the yard
line the creek flowing to the right,
ducks scattered on the banks. The grass wet with dew.
Everything growing lighter and shining with the sun.
I am warmed by this and the oolong in my mug.
Comics on the counter as I sip slowly.
Thinking of all the things to be done,
but mostly thinking that they can wait.