Lazy mornings filled
with warmth, I, house-coated beside
the fireplace while the sun rises.
The rapid flit of birds
through a slowly warming sky, bunnies
hop hoping for no surprises.

Across the green grassy
expanse, the mist creeps and hangs on,
to every blade, branch and bush.
The horizon's edge gets
more defined as the blind is pulled up on
the night, and daylight hints at the rush.

I stop reading, to see
and listen, to all that the world has to show, knowing
I must leave this quiet place to labour.
I will step in the steps,
baggage with me on my shoulder, the real burden, I
know, is how to to love my neighbour.