Friday, 29 July 2016

Morning Run

Morning Run
My alarm goes off
A piercing buzz
That jars me awake
I dress and head out the door

The dew lays on the grass
Glistening like little diamonds
The birds are awakening and chirping
Creating a beautiful cacophony of musical notes
The sun is rising
Sending rays of glorious light
Beaming across the sky

And I run
Gliding across the pavement
My footfalls making nary a sound
Taking in the beauty of the early morning
This is my favourite time to run

And I am thankful
For the health that allows
Me to run
And for the beauty
That starts my day
On my morning run!

© Phil Renaud 2016