Good Morning Poem

Good morning to the morning
the wind and wily birds
the skittering companions
the strong poetic verbs
the strudel in my belly
the coffee in my mug
the insecure teens walking
like hardened little thugs
the dog who grins- all teeth
the carpet on my soles
the sun that shines so happy
through clouds poked full of holes
the peaks as they stand quiet
guarding us this morn
for those who love me dearly
and those so filled with scorn
for the day that's filled with birthdays
always new days on the rise
cheers to the morning and all her friends
glory in the baby blue skies