Another morning

I wake in the arms

of my love

to canine antics

filled with love and exuberance.

I go out my back door as

lorikeets flap, chitter and screech.

We are greeted

on our morning walk

by grey overhead

and thick air

after morning rain.

The bay is a vista

of brooding magnificence,

crowned by a cormorant

wings outstretched

atop a weathered pylon

as row after row

of gentle wavelets glisten

and roll to shore.

As we leave the beach

we are bathed

in a fine dusting of rain.

Grace abounds on

another morning.

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