CareerMysteries

It being Sunday and all, I would like to take a short break in the action and post a poem that I hope you will all enjoy.  Another summertime work to help all of us shake off the winter blues that seem to grip me with a powerful vice in the dregs of cold February.  Spring is coming in only a few short months. Hang in there.

Morning

by Therese Haberman

Warm fingers of fresh air
caress my bare legs.
Breezes blend between them.

Gently the morning evolves. ~

Red-topped bobber rests
against the screen porch.
Watching, waiting
for that magic moment. ~

It remembers softy dipping
under the water’s surface
then flying down deep
into the murky stillness. ~

Fish flight finds a way
into its favorite fantasy,

well inside the mellow
melodies of morning.