poetry, prose, and photography
dawn hidden by clouds
songbirds boldly chattering
gentle summer’s breeze
A morning after a restless night. Coffee far too late, perhaps. My ears attuned to the night, hearing so very much, sleep came with difficulty to late to be useful. Once I woke, the morning calmness and quietude spoke to me.
grey coolness flows in
obscures the morning sunlight
flowers wake slowly
morning glory
graceful vines
rainy summer morn
an ocean of sound
boldly starting the day
the sky remains dark
Pre-dawn tones, birds and insects chatter, apart yet together. Robins, crickets, then crows: acoustic motion across my consciousness.
Saturday morning, just a few more days left of June. Many types of chronological motion, too, greying my hair. Speaking to me of near ancient memories. Ancient, at least, in terms of humanity, of human life-spans.
outside my window
silent darkness
tranquility
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dawn’s light absent
darkness on cherry blossoms
when shall I make tea?
I appreciate every motivation to write. NaPoWriMo’s goal of a poem a day fits what I’m trying to do with this blog. I hope you enjoy!
silence outside
daylight still waking
the quiet of poems
wind chimes
early morning darkness
birds sing to my tea
Everyone else is asleep in my house. I’m very fond of these quiet moments. I hope all of you are safe and healthy.
first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul
​dawn’s light with pink hints
birds wake and continue life
a sauntering cat
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 