January Morning

Some mornings I can’t help but think
how lucky I am to be here,
with feathers and frost on the window,
and all the tales these walls hold. And look!
Another brand new morning!
Imagine! For no reason at all.
Just because, the morning says,
painting a background of pink and blue sky
beyond the sentinel, one of a family of spruce
that watches over me and shelters the birds.
Just because.

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