Morning Star

Through the blackest night

Morning gently tiptoes

Feeling its way to dawn.

~Robert Brault

✳

November sunrises

are some of the most beautiful

from our deck.

We'll admit to sleeping through some of them

but Moma managed to capture a few

as we dozed.

Successive mornings.

Beginnings of new days.

Just yesterday

She saw the Morning Star

at sunrise

A little above the horizon.

(She placed this star, because the actual one didn't photograph.
But that is where it was.
She told us.)

Moma stood on the deck
and gazed at it.
And it made of her think of Snickers.
A new little Star in the Heavens.

She watched.
And listened.
And heard quiet whispers.

She gently smiled
As she felt Snickers' Spirit.

Her thoughts were eventually broken
by the jingle of our collars and tags
as we shook out the morning stiffness
standing on the bed
ready for our morning walk.

A new day had begun.
And we greeted it.

With Love.