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Softly
Softly
the quiet morning wakes-
voices of mourning doves
linger.
Mists shimmer
across the still water –
the cove, the color of milk,
reflecting the quiet,
soft morning of late spring.
Mists rise
from the lush green undergrowth –
in the soft rush of wings,
the acclamation
of doves.
Small Stones 14/2015
I’m not sure any words are necessary in the face of such beauty. Our dawns have been so gray and fog filled, that to see the sky arrayed in startling luminous saturated color – it thrills my heart!
drenched sky of fiery color
sun spills its heart
saturating the earth
in glowing beauty
Small Stones 1/2015
frosted morning, the woods are covered in powdered sugar
all is white, tinged with pink and lavender from the dawns early light
new day, new year,
the world wakes to beauty
waxing and waning
Up before wrensong,
the crescent moon and I whisper
so as not to wake the day.
She in her nightgown and I in mine,
we sit on the porch
in the cool air of early dawn.
And she listens.
I tell her of my fears-
numbering my inadequacies,
trembling in my regret,
tears flow freely
as the early morning dew.
With her sweet comforting smile,
she tells of her birth –
new moon to slim crescent,
waxing to full, rounded glory
to only wane past gibbous
into the palest slip of light
to be welcomed into the dark womb
of restful night.
Waxing and waning,
we each sigh
as the dawning sun
and the wren greet the day.
heron wings
Early morning fog obscures the eastern ridge,
holding the dawning sun at bay-
resting its gray blanket across the still waters,
soft as the color of heron wings.
Warm fog obscures the bath’s mirror-
holding the real world at bay.
Resting your face against my neck-
softly our hair entwines, the color of heron wings.
*** for imaginary garden with real toads 55 word prompt and poets united poetry pantry
morning dance
wavelets dance
across the morning cove
skipping and hopping
with the cool breeze
playing ring around the rosie
with the shy sweet peas
sun burned
sunburned
dawn
stretches
across the waiting cove
into the new day
*** the sun was such a deep rosy red this morning and sent the color all the way across the water to the porch. The photos don’t do it justice, but take my word, it was gorgeous! Have a beautiful day! K
melodrama in the morning
you leave without a kiss
and the morning sky blushes
pink
at the slight-
as the spiteful south wind whispers
‘he’s left
he’s gone’
but not a word from the mourning doves
hushed by the evergreen cedars
shushing
the mournful song
as too imperfect
for the circumstance
*** A bit of drama in the early morning as a husband rushes off to work and a wife is left filling bird feeders in the backyard. Such drama, such heartbreak …. smiles K
summer morning magic
morning clouds smooth out the blued eyed sky
shaking out the nights wrinkled sheets of stars
and wandering constellations
lifting the heavy white curtains
of fragrant lilies
sending their fresh washed scent
across the dawning day
humid haze catches the mist
and the swallows hovering over the still water
in the summer meadow
dew spangled webs
glisten in the crystal light
soon invisible
the magic of a summer morning
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