Sunny And Cold Morning Coffee Muses.

The dew sits heavily on the grass, glistening in the morning sun.

My breath rises visible in the sun’s light… like a two decade old memory of another me.

Cardinals mark territories with songs of warning. A bluebird’s song is looking for a mate.

The male bluebird’s looking at houses, fluttering here, fluttering there peering into door holes before moving to another.

For a bird I didn’t grow up with, I notice each quiet call around the yard… even back when I didn’t know what I was hearing.

It doesn’t take long for the sun’s warmth to drive me out of my jacket as I watch tiny birds play king of the tree.

The ongoing warmth of this winter has destroyed the normal group dynamics and set up mating cycles too early.

Time to loose a jacket and pour another cup of muses…