Son Salutation

Morning dawns
Light sliced into ribbons
Falls delicately upon rumpled sheets

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Morning Meditation

Wind whips indiscriminately

Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

Morning Breaks

haiku

Morning breaks praising
happy songbirds greet the dawn
new day awakens

My Favorite Time of Day

I like the time of day when all is still,
The early morning crisp and cool and wet;

Stillness

What is it in the morning calls for stillness?
The tall trees stand composed and at attention.

Sweet Intrepidity

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Sweet Intrepidity reaching into the depths

Of all I hide, yet all I posses,

Laying bare these fears and suspicions

Collateral damage of volatile visage;

Vast, unbending, Audacity

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

Kew Bridge

I felt like an intruder
at the glory of the dawn
As sun behind the early mist
warmed up the early morn

Matins

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Whispers in the mists of morn

Sing Lilting Praise

Upon the wind are bourn

Rapturous glimmers of refracting gold

in the belly of Morning

sometimes my dreams arrest me
holding me by the wrists deep in the
belly of the Morning, i use her ribs as
rungs to climb out – i hear the wind sleeping

Earl Grey Haiku

Time to start the day.
A bracing cup of Earl Grey
Sets me on my way.

Morning Fog Haiku

I woke in a fog
Covering all the world but me.
Gentle way to start.

 

Goosey Gander

I met a goose this morning
in the early morning chill
waiting by the bench with hope
his tummy for to fill

Saying “I Love You”

Hugging in the morning,

Kissing at night.

Saying, I love you, before

Saying, good night.

Hum

When the morn slithers her yellow light,
my heart, she replies

Om-dom. Om-dom.

Together we rise. We walk the hallway, kiss our coffee,
drink in the fresh air that flows from the opening door.

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;

Shiny shiny

Shiny shiny
the river today
as slow to the sea
it ebbs on its way
On the footbridge I pause
and soak up the sun
on this wonderful morning
as the day is begun

Squirrel

I was minding my own business
walking through the park
In very early morning
having risen with the lark
Seems I was not the only one
up at that time of day
As there were many squirrels
passing by me on the way

Turning wheels

Now that it’s full summer
and Southern Rail has lost the plot
I thought I’d get back on the bike
and cycle whilst it’s hot
I leave in early morning
when the dawn has just arrived
and everything is quiet
and the peace is not contrived.

The satisfaction of a quiet morning

And in these quiet moments
at the beginning of the day
the peace each brand new morning brings
before the frack and fray
I breathe, I smile, I lift my head
and look up to the sky
safe in this brief contentment
which will always satisfy

Lincoln Green

Water boatmen on the surface
and swans across the way
after rain has fallen
at the beginning of the day

Silence serene

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

Unspoken Wonder

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Heart and Soul,
Your Patterns and Colours Spill over me
With the Showering Light of Newest Morning,
Drenching my skin in Delicious Warmth,

Wonderful II

Wonderful, the morning light
Here in Lincoln’s green
Falling though the branches
to reflect on water’s sheen

Yellow morning song

 

Yellow sky this morning
in a very special way
tells me that it’s going to be
another lovely day
A far cry from the winter
we expect this time of year
as it’s up in double figures
to add an extra dose of cheer

The Coming of Morn

White, bright, in the grayest of days

Fallen snow gathers in a crystalline haze

Sunbeams capture her radiant face

Shining her light on this dreary, cold place

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