Good Morning Sun

Good Morning Sun, by Sheila G. Smith

Good morning, sun on my back.

Good morning, you who woke me up

and shined in all the faces

of the fall asters

swarming with buzzing bees,

and into even the fading faces of the spent zinnias.

Good morning, sun on my face.

Good morning, you who warm the blue mist flowers

and stir the butterflies

resting in my garden’s bed and breakfast.

Good morning, brightest star shafting, slicing, through the windows,

nudging the night owls awake.

Good morning, sun.

Please massage my aching back, 

and warm my white aging crown.

Welcome my eager arms outstretched to thank you,

my own Good Morning Sun.

How do you greet the day?