After The Rain

Poem about Nature.

After the rain,

the dewy crisp morning bade, the birds to sing in chorus.

The clean scent of grasses smelled of fresh herbs.

My pet Zoë doesn’t like to wet her feet, and hurriedly she scurries.

My morning cup of coffee is hot, and warms my soul.

I am grateful for this moment; and  delighted to have enjoyed it.

Mr.: G, walked across the prairie; and sent me a photo by e-mail.

It was of a small bridge he crossed; and in the forefront, stood an array-of white majestic crab trees, much to my delight.