Luckiest Person

every morning
I remind myself
I am
the luckiest person
in the world
pitch black darkness
found my sleep
now awakens me
the lacework of the trees
from the first light
is beginning
must not be missed
two red hibiscus blooms
bobbing in the breeze
just outside the kitchen window
bright beautiful cardinals
are busy at the feeders
it is quiet in the cabin
until Elvis sings
why can't everyday
be like Christmas