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