A Sunday Morning

Sunlight caresses my skin

I reach for my husband’s hand

Feels safe and rugged, just like him.

“Good morning!” my child opens the door

Mischievous sweet face

I smile.

The dog pounds my arm

She has to go

My beautiful tree, her earth closet

It deserves more dignity, I think.

A monarch tumbles around

It rests on its branch

I smile

All is good with the world.