Morning Dreams

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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!

 

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Monday Memories: Pre-Dawn Splendor

This poem was inspired from an early morning walk in a neighborhood.  The walk began in the darkness of the pre-dawn and finished with the rising sun.

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Pre-dawn light slowly brightens the dark sky

Encouraging the night to salute its good-bye

 

Night’s closing remnants offer one concluding look

Winking back, crescent moon appears, like a hook

 

Crisp, cool air reposes its gentle hand

Rising sun will shortly warm the land

 

Morning dew moistens the grassy, green meadows

Frolicking rabbits chase each other in the shadows

 

Pungent odor permeates the pre-dawn air

Marking its territory, a skunk doesn’t care

 

Multitudes of birds announce the coming day

Sending out a chorus of joyful songs of praise

 

Deer graze in lush fields for a moment longer

Eating tender, green shoots to grow stronger

 

No human eyes have awakened quite yet

Sleeping in a cabin, seems like a sure bet

 

Nature wakes up to the arrival of summer daylight

Presenting God’s creation, with abundant delight

 

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Morning Peace

From Lamentations 3:22-23:  “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

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Early morning arrives

Filled with mishmash of thoughts

Searching for peace of mind

Asking God, call the shots

 

Waiting in the kitchen

Prayer time with the Lord

His spirit calms life down

Life’s outlook feels restored

 

Table’s Bible invites

Reading, learning God’s Word

His insight teaches truth

Daily lessons inferred

 

Accepting God’s invite

Dressed for an autumn walk

Dialog moves outside

Let’s continue to talk

 

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From Isaiah 57:19:  “Peace, peace, to the far and the near, says the Lord; and I will heal them.”

Witnessing a Foretaste

Looking outside from the kitchen table offers a view each morning of how our Lord presents each day as a precious gift.  Here is a mini sonnet which witnesses a foretaste of the feast to come.

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Viewing the early morning

Welcoming each libation

Peering from kitchen’s window

Witnessing God’s creation

 

Growing greener, grass below

Blooming, flowers spelling love

Witnessing creative hands

Working each day from above

 

Taking in this peaceful scene

Witnessing each day’s foretaste

Blessing each feast, more to come

Tasting moments, without haste

 

Witnessing God’s daily Grace

Making life a happy place

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From Lutheran Communion liturgy, Christ’s people sing:  “Grace our table with Your presence, and give us a foretaste of the Feast to come.”

 

 

Monday Memories: Morning Walk

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Waking from my sleep on a dark, chilly day

Preparing for another early morning to play

 

Pulling on my warm jacket and stocking cap

Heading out the door without need of a map

 

Making this early morning journey once again

Walking down a street where many have been

 

Moving hurriedly while struggling with numbing, frigid air

Searching a pocket to discover my gloves are not a pair

 

Being discovered, a nervous rabbit hops away

Seeing me, he certainly doesn’t desire to play

 

Crossing the street, a black cat stares back

Slithering away, she doesn’t cross my path

 

Freezing my face, the frosty air feels bitterly cold

Hurrying along with a pace that is rapid and bold

 

Morning Venture

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Winter’s journey, preparing to expire

Arctic cold and wet snow, moving aside

Back in the neighborhood, spirit on fire

More than ready, empty sidewalk can’t hide

 

Dressed in layers, protected from the brisk air

Total darkness masks the pre-dawn heavens

Not even the moon can offer a flare

This walk takes off, two hours before seven

 

The pace awakens long-dormant muscles

Stay alert, skewed sidewalk lurking ahead

Heading for home, the final pace hustles

This quiet journey, beats sleeping in bed

 

Coming days welcome a season of spring

Allowing more walks, a waiting heart sings

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Monday Memories: Morning Rain

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Raining heavily, this quiet Monday begins abnormally slow

Foregoing my usual morning walk, creating a tranquil flow

 

Drinking the day’s first cup of coffee, feeling absolutely fine

Enjoying the calmness and gray skies, for yet another time

 

Reading from the Bible, reflecting on God-inspired devotions

Feeling relaxed and silently focused, without much emotion

 

Listening to favorite old songs, tuning up a heartfelt smile

Realizing that my bike waits again, for some indoor miles

 

Praying to the Lord that my family enjoys a great day

Knowing that He will bring them peace along the way

 

Editing some poetry lines, now looking nearly ready to post

Searching for another thought, crafting words which boast

 

Appreciating another morning, more than ever before

Absorbing it into my soul, feeling delightfully restored

 

Looking forward to tomorrow morning, whatever it brings

Facing a day flowing with rain, lifting up this heart to sing

 

Morning Waits

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Morning arrives, but not really too sure

Mysterious blanket stretches overnight

Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure

It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight

 

Tree tops arise above this soupy fog

Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense

While the sun waits, taking a long jog

Waiting on nature, makes huge sense

 

School delays pop up on the morning news

Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep

Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view

Headaches for parents, their day in a heap

 

Calmness and stillness thrive without wind

Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night

Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send

Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight

 

Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”

On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright

Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within

Warning all of danger, fog covers the light

 

Small town’s main street, deserted to all

Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through

Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls

Local police look out, very little to view

 

Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores

There is time for another cup of brew

A rancher returns for coffee and more

His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue

 

Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup

Better the early birds, hang out in their coop

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Winter Morning

From Lamentations 3:22-23:  “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

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Waking on an early morn

Winter’s darkness invites

Kitchen wood stove warms

Hot coffee always delights

 

Opening the family Bible

Reading God’s Holy Word

Feeling ever close to Him

God’s peace, gladly heard

 

Morning light, brings a smile

Caressing sunshine’s charm

Anxiously awaiting the day

Jesus protects all from harm

 

Sun disappears behind clouds

Transmitting a wintry scene

No need to go anywhere today

Playing for retirement’s team

 

Days are short, nights long

Thoughts of spring, far away

Feeling at peace, but alone

Who visits on this snowy day?

 

Peeking out the window again

In the distance, twin headlights

Daughter’s family, safely arrives

Making this day, absolute delight

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Monday Memories: Morning Coffee

Hello readers, here is a new weekly feature on Big Sky Buckeye.  I will repost a previously published poem every  Monday.  Today’s post was one of the first poem’s written by yours truly.  Enjoy a newly edited version about “Morning Coffee.” 

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Smelling the rich aroma on another early morn

Anticipating the initial taste, like being reborn

 

Certainly one cup will not be enough today

A second cup causes worries to fade away

 

As Dolly Parton sings, “Pour myself a cup of ambition”

Coffee will definitely be my regular morning addiction

 

Waking up on a chilly, frosty, dark day

Jumping out of bed to be on one’s way

 

Hurrying down to the kitchen, what is this?

No coffee?  An empty morning without bliss!