I woke up to the sounds
Of a dog barking
Like a million dollar sports car.
The blue sky was making its entrance
To the brisk morning chill,
Slight pink,
And wooden planks reminded me
My work is not yet done.
So I stretch my eager muscles
Give the dog his food
And make my way for morning porridge.
Tag: morning
Depart (day 2499)
Your mornings woke me every time
I didn’t know how to say goodbye
We shared love stories far apart
Just like the moon sings to each star
Can you call me on the telephone
Let me hear your voice in my ear
Though you’re standing always so near
You’re my moon I’m singing so softly to
I’m never shy as I hold your hand
Electricity from your heart in mine
There’s always warmth in your embrace
Stay beside me now, let us never depart
Vacant By Morning (day 2429)
As darkness turns my lights low
Shake until I roll,
Outlast my deepest silence
For what I’m looking for.
Not vacant by morning –
Withering decay –
Fall apart my soul implode;
Forever I surrender,
Taught what I should not.
Early Morning Whispers (day 2295)
Whisper as we sit here free
Cold wind on my mind
You’re at my side
Horizon of the great lakes
About two days it takes
Mind buzzing
Early morning dew drops
Shaken wearily free
Trucks a roaring
And we’re forever free
Two eyes on the highway
Two eyes dangerously weaving bullets
Through clouds slowly gathering
Dancing at the starlight
Early morning fog lights
Wake me slowly
With whispers only for me
Wake me with whispers set me free.
Misty Boughs (day 2258)
You, a burning flame did grow
Dancing with the morning fog
Shake the dew that left birds in
A maze of ribbons and boughs.
A colour ran straight down from
Each gap of the misty morn
Tingled each dancing toe
O’er the wild grassy knoll.
Whence the house came peeking through
Ominous black set back in fog
Home at last to elm pews
Shaggy black goat on the road.
Sunsets (day 2252)
Sunsets have come again
Chipping paint on my front door
Paint paint paint some more
Let me go ol’Loony bin
I’m growing wild to my back steps
It’s summer come to hem me in
Picking out my rooted joy
Chip-o-way-o-chip-a-maw
Returned again with knuckles raw
Scuffed it up till fingers bled
A little grass to dull the pain
Watching sunsets come again
Call me in the morning sun
Call me in the morning
Call me when it’s to dark again
Ponds Edge (day 2219)
Awoke into a morning haze
As clear as light blue skies
Dew has slowly seeped in to
Kentucky Bluegrass all around.
And from my perch I see the lake
All covered in lillies and pollen,
Which thrills each bird that floats about
In search of her next sup.
Sweeping poplars flank my perch
Letting in little drops of sun
To feast my eyes in ever changing
Greens and greens and greens and yellows.
Swallows circle speedily
In than out of sight
Surely having such luck finding
Mosquitos awake so early.
Chick-a-dees here sing to all
Their lovely songs in cheerful reminder
Punctuated by a friendly woodpecker
Who reminds me of my duties calling
A-rack-rack-racking on his chosen tree.
Ode To Dried Flowers (day 2139)
When skies blow clouds
So lazily
And grass sways side to side
I feel your heart pull
About a time that’s past
I remember, I do!
I watched you lift your brows
To the sky each morning dew
And sunsets captured a feeling
Of what it was to be you
And now we carry on
Taken, but not forgot.
Reverberations (day 2053)
One morning
I shared silence with an
Unending note
Supreme being
Foggy Morning Ritual (day 2051)
Carry me off
Thy foggy morning
A dream I cannot remember
Layered vista
Dripping rooftop
A lake that beckons
Thy lonely thoughts
To tarry upon
Each morning ritual
Designed
For thy slowest start.
