Poetry Day One

 Happy Things - A Poem by Me

The way the sun comes up in the morning

lighting up the windows of my car through the leaves

of the willow my dad and I planted.

The way fog dances into my open windows 

on early, chilly mornings driving past the boat docks

and the corn fields of Southern Ohio.

The way I feel so comfortable

around people I've known for only a few months

instead of those I've known my entire life.

Because I changed. 

And that's a happy thing.