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Morning rain has marooned me at home
A brisk walk delayed, but never alone
Drinking coffee, another cup please
Addicted to caffeine with such ease
The early morning darkness
Stands ready in its stillness
The window is cracked open, just a bit
Hearing marvelous sounds, makes a hit
Pausing to listen and begin to write
Sounds of pleasure, being so right
Falling droplets of rain earn a trip down
Splashes on the deck, a relaxing sound
Song birds croon from atop tall trees
Sounding splendid, joyous, and free
Wet roads, close by, signal more
Amplifying car tires, ready to roar
An approaching plane flies overhead
Traveling on to Rickenbacker instead
A pair of geese flies through the sky
Their unique greeting says good-bye
My pen scratches delicately away
Listening to ink-filled words today
Simply enjoying an outlook from outside
Bringing life’s gentle sounds to me inside
“Rickenbacker” refers to Rickenbacker International Airport, south of Columbus, Ohio. The facility provides space for civil, military, and commercial aviation needs in the central Ohio area. The airport’s namesake is Eddie Rickenbacker, a World War I flying ace from Columbus.
If you are in the mood for more “morning” poetry, check out these previously published poems.
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