Endless, winding path
River’s poetic treasures—
Unique in spirit
Flowing with purpose
River chases horizon—
Map never needed
Night’s curtain rises
River’s peace always on time—
Morning’s stillness breathes
Autumn’s fading pulse
Winter’s joy arrives
Bearing gifts from darkness
Morning’s sky alive
Welcome transition
Wood stove’s warmth alive
Sharing gifts from darkness
Morning’s peace high-five
Clearest eastern sky
Alarm clock shows five
Yielding gifts from darkness
Morning’s grace now thrives
Crisp winter sunrise
Treasured light now thrives
Raising gifts from darkness
Morning’s spirit drives
Clouds moving away
Distant light shall drive
Bearing gifts from darkness
Morning’s breath survives
Wishing to dine out
Reservations all filled up—
Home’s dinner for two
Morning’s coffee spot
No longer waiting in line—
Brewing cup at home
Gift-wrapped retirement
Immersed in new adventures—
Life’s blessed pairing
The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887) was an American pastor and abolitionist.
Night’s gentle peace
Moonlight’s silhouette
Dreams dancing step by step
Playing harmony’s cornet
Night’s final act
Cloudless sky above
Memories at full tide
Editing script, filled with love
Night’s breathless tone
Voices gather round
Echoes escaping past
Transforming passion abounds
Night’s flaming light
Home’s welcome fireplace
Bright warmth breathes eternal
Kindling spirits to embrace
Night’s lasting charm
Upgrades at sunrise
Contentment rewritten
Savoring morning’s franchise
Morning rendezvous
Meeting best friends for coffee—
Grace fills every cup
Daily morning breath
Coffee, you always do it—
Another cup please
Morning’s fresh muffin
Tasting sweeter with coffee—
Way over the top!
The night is long, and dark, and strong, but the morning must come; and how what a sunrise will it be.
From Psalm 30:4-5: “Sing praises to the Lord, O you His faithful ones, and give thanks to His holy name. For His anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”
John Angell James (1785-1859) was an English pastor and Christian writer.
Evening’s darkness deepens
Silence now awakens
Nature never rests
While daylight feels forsaken
Gentle spirit’s exhale
Dreams stand ready to climb
Day now forgotten
Headlines swallowed up in time
Starlight scatters its dust
World seemingly asleep
Patience to unfold
Caught up in submerging deep
Harmony’s dawn rises
New day set to embrace
Morning shares goodness
Propelled by bountiful grace
Glorious morning’s start
Grasping Creator’s hand
Warmed by faithful, rising sun
Waking His precious land
Nature’s intimate breath
Towering forest sings
Harmony’s rhythm soaring
Flying on eagle’s wings
Portrait’s autumn colors
Bordering every street
Imagination sails free
Painting each scene, repeat
Gentle spirit gathers
Energizing each thought
Another page waits to breathe
Tying landscape’s love knot
Trusted clock standing still
Adjusting every view
Tomorrow postponed for now
Tasting fall’s freshest brew
Darkness hides
Morning’s reception
Silence riddles chilly air
Mellow breeze
Wind chimes serenade
Peace soothing this resting soul
Candle glows
Dancing shadows play
Frolicking, flickering flame
Hot coffee
Early, steady mate
Comforting, every drop
Good ol’ friend
Morning hums with fun
Feeling the caffeine-fueled boost
Dawn’s twilight
Distant horizon
Breaking through hardheaded clouds
Music plays
Tunes stir memories
Jukebox sings with sunrise joy
Life’s pages
Another chapter
Feeling all cozy and warm
Dreams invite
Delightful journey
Buzzing, unmistaken joy
Snooze button
Calling, “Please hit me”
Let’s start all over . . . again!
Originally published December, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 