Warmth Of The Sun Poem by JJ Evendon

The early morning sun lights my room
just before the clock triggers its wake up tune.
Outside I hear birds twitter the arrival of dawn
as I slowly wake, smile then yawn.
Life can be wonderful, life can be sad,
today feels wonderful and for that I’m glad.
Summer’s coming.

Through the window I see sky so blue.
Along with puffs of clouds drifting too.
I no longer need the heating on,
for frost and snow have now all gone.
Life can be seen full of colours, sometimes not.
Today the sun shines warm not hot.
Summer’s coming

The smell of fresh coffee is soon tasted.
Crust of toast for birds given not wasted.
Flowers brightly coloured lie in their beds.
See a Robin perched on a spade near the shed.
Life drawn slowly from a dormant soul.
Today seems perfect but with an added glow.
Summers coming

Boots on I set out for a country walk
and meet a lady with a dog and talk.
Hear skylarks above sing a merry tune.
Notice my watch reads almost noon.
Life’s path is laid never straight
today I see things, none of which I hate.
Summer’s coming

From the top of the hill a tremendous view
of a coloured landscape in green, yellow and blue.
See a plane heading slowly towards a distant hill.
besides the whisper of grass everything’s so tranquil.
Life exists in so many forms but never one.
Today I’ve seen a few, all thanks to the warmth of the sun.
Warmth of the sun