Our Mornings! Poem by Latha Krishnan

We retirees wake up to birds twittering
Owls hooting and crows cawing
Or a far away peafowl mournfully calling
And as more of nature's sounds add to the mornings' music
Some of us are out walking
Along the lake that reflects the glorious morning colors
The ever present cormorant is on his high perch
Seeming to scrutinize all around him
The ducks are out sometimes with their ducklings
Who delight us every time we stop to look at them
Here is one of us meditating quietly
Here is another chanting a mantra
Just as the group in the Pagoda break into morning prayers
Sonorously waking up the spirits of all who hark to them
Here is the couple walking
To the library to join others at Yoga
And there's the one walking by himself singing beneath his breath
And another listening to classical music wafting out of cottages
And there are some more of us in their gardens tending to plants
Wherever we are within this little Paradise
All of us here in our village welcome the mornings
Thankful we are here to enjoy them
Amidst nature's bounties made better by man
These.. our mornings are precious
And they keep getting better every day.