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