Monday Memories: 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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Morning Impressions

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Looking out kitchen’s window

Hot coffee warming chilled hands

Cherishing deepest blue skies

Thankful to breathe freedom’s brand


Geese fly across nearby pond

Wishing life could be simple

Photo of children smiling

Catching each happy dimple


Sensing morning’s frosty air

Furnace cranks, erasing cold

Listening to nature’s peace

Fewer song birds to behold


Airplane flying overhead

Gliding to scheduled landing

Mankind dances with nature

Asking, without demanding


Looking toward tomorrow

Life’s cards showing all Aces

Feeling blessed beyond reason

Cherished keepsake embraces


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Early morning is my preferred time to craft poetry, short stories, and other writings.  Occasionally, the pre-dawn atmosphere outside of the kitchen window encourages my pen to just take off and write.  There is no real plan or objective, but the words flow until a rough outline is coming together.  This poem is a result of such an endeavor, and hopefully you–the reader–will find your place in the verses as well.

Morning Brew

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Another morning

Alarm clock droning

Sleepy head’s warning

Waking and groaning


Almost hitting snooze

Crawling out of bed

Mind singin’ the blues

Brain needs to be fed


Morning brew ready

Caffeine right on time

Never unsteady

Brilliance set to rhyme


Arriving at work

Second cup in hand

Tackling paperwork

French roast takes command


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Five Cup Minimum

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Sputtering at sunrise

Human engine starts up

Needing its caffeine boost

Always more than one cup


Yes, speaking of coffee

Savor its mountain blend

Aroma-filled goodness

Taste morning’s boldest friend


Body grows accustomed

Medium grade of fuel

Drinking anything less

Makes for a sluggish fool


Life’s experience counts

Paying close attention

Day’s “Five Cup” minimum

Brew’s perfect dimension


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Monday Memories: Sunrise

Walking in the morning pre-dawn light

Waiting for the sun to resume its flight


Hearing the birds chirping familiar tunes

Feeling happy that spring will arrive soon


Stepping briskly along the charming path

Anticipating the sun bringing a warm bath


Seeing the shadows change and dance

Clearing a mind from its dormant trance


Witnessing God’s immense creation at dawn

Blessing with unique images that it spawns


Dashing in front goes a frightened rabbit

Making his morning visit a welcome habit


Dreaming of walking here each and every day

Picturing a scenic sunrise so appealing to say


Lifting above the distant horizon to bring a delight

Radiating sunrise brightens the morn with its light


This poem was written and published in March, 2019.  I frequently walk at two nearby nature parks, and it is always a delight to catch the sunrise (especially if my camera is handy).

Morning’s Blindfold

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Early morning dawn arrives

Missing nature’s boldest light

Covering heavens and earth

Thickest fog masks sun’s headlight


Ghostly, ominous shadows

Cloaking trees by hidden creek

Slithering mist moves unchecked

Nature fills with blind mystique


Stillness surrounds paradise

Witnessing morning on hold

Waiting patiently for change

Nature removes her blindfold


Suddenly, haze disappears

Hailing sun’s brilliant return

Switching on morning’s magic

Thankfully, fog now adjourns


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Morning Time

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Morning arrives before sunrise

Blessed calmness comforts life’s soul

Taking time to honor Father

His Word filling today’s payroll


Morning stillness quiets life’s heart

Time for prayer-filled reflection

Hot coffee and conversation

Blessing now Father’s connection


Morning always starting like this

Creature of life’s daily routine

Sharing special moments with Him

Just with Father, our special scene


Morning time ending much too fast

Father’s presence felt all day long

Confident and ready for more

Holding tight to His faithful song


Morning will return, always does

Looking forward to precious times

Father’s Spirit, life’s alarm clock

Moments filled with heavenly rhymes

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This poem is inspired by my daily morning time in prayer and study with God’s Word.  This special time with my Heavenly Father has become more and more intertwined into my daily fabric.

Monday’s Memories: Gentle Sounds

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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


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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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