Morning In A Village

Picturesque houses stand in small streets, streets empty as dawn breaks. Balconies trimmed with flowers of assorted colours behind scrolled trellises. The early morning air is cool and crisp while on the horizon standing majestically the mountains in morning glory as slowly things awake. Sitting on a balcony silently I watch as people and animals stir and awake to start another wonderful blessed day. 15 August 2013 Author’s Note: This poem was written on the balcony of our hotel room at about 6 am on our first morning in Austria, while my wife was still sleeping.