Stacey Dye

Before I take a sip,
I cup my mug, inhale the aroma
and watch the sun breathe life into a new day.

Blue jays shriek across an open field.
Spring breezes set wind chimes in motion--
their music is my mantra.

The scent of pine saturates the air.
Fog melts into the hollows
and morning glories take their bow.