Waiting for the sun

I’m waiting for
the sun to come
now the day
has just begun
It’s warming rays
to lift my soul
and amplify
to make me whole

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Woman At The Jetty

A blueberry scarf
is the ring of her neck, a promise
to remain warm when clutched by the chills of love – it’s enough.
Enough to block the ravaging eyes, keep her head
snug and rooted on her shoulders,
keep her mouth speaking foreign languages
and her ears keen.

Scratch of pen

At this early hour a soft caress
as morning greets the day
and gently, with a growing light
pushes night away

A silence reigns, a pinprick fall
with no one else around
so scratch of pen on paper there
barely makes a sound

Like a whisper

Icing sugar on the road
a dusting overnight
the sun glow in the eastern sky
still a glorious sight

Cold there is no doubt of that
minus six and falling
but the crystal air is lovely
on this chilly winter morning

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.

Clarity III

And the light this morning
emulates a clarity anew
Captured on the coast road
as I pass with clear sea view
Pastel pinks and subtle blue
Oranges and yellow
confirming absolutely that
I am a lucky fellow

The small hours

Five a.m. It’s very quiet
not a sound here to be heard
Just the ticking of the mantle clock
and an early morning bird

Beauty Everywhere

Sun shines bright on Llanishen
which with a leaf here from my book
You can find beauty anywhere
if you just take a look

Son Salutation

Morning dawns
Light sliced into ribbons
Falls delicately upon rumpled sheets

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.