Holidays

Holidays to the heart
When with joy You notice in the morning
The waves of crepe myrtle
Dressed in full color,
Dancing by the window
to gently wake up
Into the light the sleepy eyes.
Holy days not written in any calendar
When the cardinals and the wrens
Sing their praise
And wake up those listening ears
To the glory of the new day
You are to begin and to build
For you and for helping others.