This Monday morning
My alarm speaks its crass words
My reflex: resist
Ah, the glories of Monday morning’s and those alarm clocks.
poetry, prose, and photography
Circumstances speak
As I lay within my bed
Seeing life’s beauty
​“My dad is dying”
My son’s friend was telling me
“I don’t want to go”
“Not there when I needed him”
Dreadful thoughts for a young mind
Sunlight’s debuting
Early morning darkness fades
Sounds of spring arise
Watching the dawn inch forward inspired this haiku. I anthropomorphise the sun, imagining pride and delight as humanity stirs underneath the reborn warmth. Perhaps there’s even love for us as we reawaken our striving.
So, here’s to a new day, it’s blessed possibilities, and all the potential you bring.
​
I watch a hummingbird
And wonder about time
Are we only allowed
A specific number
Of heartbeats?
My place
Is everywhere
And nowhere
Anywhere the sun
Shines or rain
Descends with
Grace and beauty
​Every great thing
At the start
Was against the
Odds