Morning Covenant

I don't like calendars.
The constant march of weeks and months,
tracking them methodically as we go.
Fewer days for us to live.

This morning, I awake
and brush these thoughts aside.
The light through the drapes makes no promises,

but beckons me to rise
and welcome the tiny Pacific Wrens
often seen through our window.

I check the orange tree through the glass
to see if some have ripened enough
for our morning table.

The crescendo of little wonders
just within my view begins again.
This was the promise after all.