It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
Tag: morning
Slumber
Morning
Sleep, awake
A subtle dance
Between states
Unwilling to choose
Not just yet
Not just
Yet
Ease of Waking
I find it far easier
Waking to poetry
Than to news
Morning Light
The cloud filtered light
Broken apart through the glass
Morning light’s traces
This Summer’s Morning
Awoke by the rooster’s call
Train horn echoing miles to me
White noise from cars
Hurtling down the freeway
Birds speaking much as they have
For millennia uncounted
A look into the boundaries
Of infinity
A Morning Haiku
The night is now done
Morning clouds hiding the sky
Now it’s time to move
Good morning! I hope your day exceeds all your hopes and dreams.
Morning Rain
Woke to robin’s call
The cool air calms my spirit
Rain upon the leaves
May’s Last Day
This month’s one last day
So much potential has passed
This day can still be seized
Today Begins
the day begins
morning’s power embraces
coffee: come fuel me!
Dawn’s Handiwork
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
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