Lazy Spring Mornings

I woke up at 7:15 am, and I felt SO wonderful. I just was writing things, and thinking things, and not moving. Just lying in my bed enjoying the sounds of birds, and GEESE!! The honking of geese is a sound that I simply adore! I read my Bible a little, and I just thought. And I realized: I could think all day. I could spend my whole day in the comfort of this bed, and not feel like it was a day wasted. There are people who feel like nice days have to be spent OUT in the sunshine. And usually, I would agree. Sometimes, though, I need that chill-out day. Today won't be that, but my morning was. I woke up with a purpose; I had things to do. But, the beautiful Spring morning stole that from me...and I didn't resist one bit. So now, I'd better get up and be about business. But I wanted to leave you with a poem that I wrote about my morning. That's RIGHT, more poetry. Deal with it:

"Spring"

I can't get up.
Lethargy steals purpose from my bones
Spending my morning lying prone
imbues my heart with joy unspeakable
I can't get up.
Carelessly wrapped in high thread count sheets,
that keep my feet cozily itching to be...
Still. Moving is for a different kind of day
I can't get up.
I hear birds chirping melodies outside,
the sound of lullabies reminiscent of lies that tell me
I have nothing better to do;
I can't get up.
That gentle breeze that breathes into me
through flung open windows acts like a drug that flows
through my blood stream begging me to dream...
I can't get up.
It's a Spring morning.