A Morning in May 

                    By Tian Yu Zhi

From the kichen window

I see my birth month of May

green, fresh, a little wet with misty rain

The raspberries in the cereal bowl

carry the Sun’s promise, to make me 

a little more tender and beautiful 

Music flows down from  the ceiling

surrounds me like moving clouds 

melts away worries in a summer stream

Flowers on the patio

grow a new layer of petals overnight,

nature’s  gratitude towards a gardener’s care  

A stack of work in my office awaits for me to do

the thought of finishing them 

makes me want to sing and swirl 

I sip the coffee of life, delicious  and strong

what needs to say, has been said

what’s in the past, engraved in memory 

What lies ahead in the future

yet to unravel, with hope ——

a good day has just begun

         2021.5.16 morning