Morning Dawning

Another early morning
and the beach is quiet and still
the sea a mirror calm
barely moving there until
the world around in slumber
slowly wakes up with the dawn
and I again am thankful
that another day is born

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To Forgive the World

But I was up before dawn
When the tender last whisps of
The time of dreams slides west,
a 5 billion-year-old metronome.
The same, yet never the same. 
A bird —a finch, I think— goes about
Her day, at peace, hunting, exploring,
Hopping from branch to branch
With an occasional single pure note
To let her mate know she still is.

The Earth breathes in and out,
A promise, a new day.
The mountains — the same, yet not—
Please me each time
The sun touches them again.
The world lives,
And so do I.
This is enough.

Caterpillar dawn

Caterpillar dawn
creeps across the ocean

With Gold

7 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

Got up early
Went for a wander
as the sun rose on Frogmore Lane
Retraced my steps
to the path on the hill
on my own and peaceful again

There were sheep in the field
looking at me
with a quizzical look on their face
Wondered I guess
what I was about
so early in this lovely place

Tri-Haiku XVII (awakening)

In this quiet time
before the morning arrives
Slumber fades away

And awakening
with my coffee freshly ground
a fragrance pervades

with birdsong chorus
on the cusp of a brand new day
The blue sky greets me

Angels of Dark

in the gentle descent
in formless joy
doors still tight
in knobs of dawn
come angels
without dust

Westward Window

Sierra, my home. Bedroom the sky. Holyholy zoom, the eagles,
directing my eyes I am a habitué, dawdling gazer with
a wide brimmed hat, flounder(er) with my words I trip over
the too large robe of my praises.

Since the Dawn of Love

Inside the hollowed halls of loneliness

Where nothing fills in the gaps

God calls us

With a unique voice that defines each life

Says:

HAIKU: LIGHT CHASING DARKNESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Edges Of Night

Slowly Disappear At Dawn

Unsettled

The misty ridden morning
waits like a pendulum in mid swing,
cross and blue, no longer alive,
leopard printed in death’s oily colors.

I untie the souls, with the windows
curving swards bent under the dewy dunes,
haled by dawn’s wet forehead,
no graves have been dug for this.

YOU ARE MY OASIS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I wake up
each morning
at my oasis
and soak
in the beauty
of your smile
in the soft
light of dawn

HAIKU: DREAMING OF DAWN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Aren’t we all gypsies

THE ENDING OF THE DAWN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

in the quiet moments
of each day
as the sun
is coming up 

Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

AFFINITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

affinity
the afternoon and evening
the morning and night
chasing each other
around the world
in endless delight

EXQUISITE PERFORMANCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The performers start to gather
ready for the show
eagerly I take my seat
in a balcony row

from the darkened wings
I hear them
warming up their song
anxiously I wait for
“Prelude To The Dawn”

PEEK-A-BOO

By CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM  

A BLISTERINGLY,
BLAZING YELLOW FIREBALL
LAUNCHES AN ATTACK UPON THE NIGHT
PRECISELY WHEN THE COCK CROWS
AT DAWN

IT’S A SNEAK ATTACK
BUT NOT REALLY

DWINDLING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My future days

dwindle

 

Beauty Is…

Photo by Doug Hahn

in the silence of a brand new
morning.
Sitting, waiting for the sun – you
absorb
the gentle quiet of dawn, while
secretly

Subliminal Antiphony

Moments Awash in hues of Light

Shimmering betwixt the baser glows;

Dancing Perception  upon the glass

Of Whispers heard from the depths below;

Silence serene

In the pale light of dawn
I found it today
As last night from the sunset
it decided to stay

The sun I see

Band of gold in Western skies
Heralding the days’ sunrise
always comes as a surprise
When I see it there

Morning glory out of night
Darkness flees as though in flight
Wonderful to me this sight
When I see it there

Dawn, day one and a promise

 

At the sunrise of
a new year’s dawn
I made a promise
with the morn
January’s here
it’s the first day
twenty-sixteen’s
here to stay

Remind Me to Dream

Gentle morning,
sweet softness of day,
make me a promise.

Tears to the eye

 

As I walked the long mile
By the dawn’s early light
I was privileged to witness
A spectacular sight
So with camera in hand
With a click and a prayer
I captured the moment
That I witnessed right there

Dawn Chorus

 

I cannot capture sound in words
But I really wish I could
For what I’m hearing at this time
Is sounding pretty good

Clarity

 

In the clarity of morning light
When the sun is on the rise
A yellow band out to the east
Shows where its glory lies

Midwinter dawn

Down at the beach this morning
I could barely see the sea
Such was the darkness all around
All overpowering me