Sunday morning, the sixth of March

The emphasis of today's message is very simple.  Don't take a morning rain and a home cooked breakfast for granted.  The "ordinary" things in life are sometimes the most extraordinary.  Enjoy life's simple pleasures.  Even if you experience the rain and the breakfast with no company to join you, I'd love for you to share your special moments with me.  My email address is nan0599@yahoo.com.  I'd love to hear from you.
Author's note: I want you to be totally in the moment with me as you read this poem. It is a glorious morning as the welcome rain nourishes the earth. Timely rain, awesome breakfast, loving family and then off to church we go. This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it!

Sunday morning, the sixth of March

beyond the dilapidated fence
lies the meadow green
wet, naked limbs nourished
by the Sunday morning rain
down by the valley, across the ridge
South Yadkin River flows
cardinal, finch and chickadee
shake off droplets and continue to feed
black lab expels hot, moist breath
on the cold, wet window pane
little tabby cat, a.k.a. water baby
cries excitedly at the door
jumps off the porch into the rain
through the house and to the deck
around the corner, I hear her tinkle bell
fragrance of pancakes and sausage
caress the fresh morning air
hot coffee and smiles across the table
peace, love and harmony linger there
Sunday morning, the sixth of March