Softness of a green haze

         A green haze falls around cream mini blinds.
Some sunlight, clouded hints around tiny holes.
Unclear, yet, if the day is overcast. Just relaxing upon
bed for a short while longer.
        Soul becoming more and more alert. Sense still
a little foggy. Rain of vanilla and mandarin oranges
draws all pieces completely awake. Hmm. The
stretching of paleness to pull muscles into flexibility.
          Exactly what is necessary to start a day. More
so is the gentle softness of thoughts. Then the colors
of the softest cream, brown and light hints of
copper. Yes very feminine I will be and loved is how
I will feel.
          Almost to enter a dream but it is reality I will
be walking. The gentle warmth of Jehovah's strength
will help me stand in moments of weakness. The
love of family will encourage me to speak and the
hope of conversations will bring joy spreading
throughout my spirit.
         A slight smile is placed upon freckles. Softly
curving paled rosy lips. Shh is whispered. Just listen
to the clouds. Hear the wind pressing against the
window.
        Soon my soul will be chilled and warmed at the
same time. Ah the strength, the love of Jehovah.
Here I sit beginning my day ever so slow. Cherishing
ever second I get to hold today.
       How about you, dear friend?