Sometimes the sun comes up too soon…

Sometimes the sun comes up too soon…
Moving me from black and white into color…
Warm with glowing embers…
Close to the ground (like me) but getting taller by the minute.

Today, I’m not ready for the sun to come up…
To be on the receiving end of beauty…
I’m going over my long list of bad behavior…
Admiring my survival.

Sorry sun, I’m too busy studying my limitations…
My mind is like a storm at sea…
Racing through innumerable subjects…
My thoughts like a bickering bear.

Now the sun is dripping its pearls and diamonds…
Beckoning for my soul to awake…
To feel its reflection on my mountain of golden fur…
Screaming…
Wake up pup! I’ve turned on the lights just for you!

Some days I feel I need to reintroduce myself to the sun…
To think again how marvelous life really is
Stretch my paws to the sun…
And say “Hello, my name is Annie.”

I love you,

Annie