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Monday Memories: Morning Walk

Posted on March 9, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

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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

Posted on February 26, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

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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

Posted on February 24, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

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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

Posted on January 22, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

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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

Posted on December 21, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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

Posted on August 19, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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!

Morning Blues

Posted on August 6, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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My alarm clock thunders awake

How rude! No peace you make

Monday arrives in its callous way

Why can’t the weekend just stay?

The snooze button enjoys a workout

Will be late for work, never any doubt

Stirring now, just barely able to see

The week ahead, won’t find me free

Turning on the shower with haste

Cold water freezes a tender face

Monday morning honestly, is no pleasure

Definitely feeling humble, without treasure

Tying my shoes causes scant joy

Breaking a shoelace now, oh boy!

No time for coffee or anything to eat

Planning a Starbucks stop for a treat

Starting the car and seeing a worry

Low fuel gauge adds to heated fury

Stopping quick-like for fuel on the run

This Monday doesn’t look like any fun

Driving like a crazy man on the road

Pulling into an empty lot, no one told

This Monday is a holiday, no work today

Why didn’t anyone remind me and say?

Could have slept in, you mindless fool

Being forgetful, honestly ain’t too cool

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Normally, I am an early riser in the morning. So this poem doesn’t apply to me very often. When I was teaching in a small Montana town years ago, we had a day off on the school calendar. I happened to be going into my building in the morning to catch up on some work. What should drive up? You would never guess. A school bus! Earl had dutifully driven his morning bus route, and the bus was, of course, empty. I still laugh about this.

Pre-Dawn Splendor

Posted on June 2, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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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

In what ways do you enjoy experiencing God’s awesome creation? If you desire more of my photography, which features much of nature’s beauty in Montana and Ohio, you will find it my Photo Gallery.

Gentle Sounds

Posted on April 25, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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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.

Morning Prayer
Early Morning Moments

Walking to Daylight

Posted on April 1, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

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At morning, walking in total darkness

Filling a world with a silent quietness

A full moon illuminates the crystal clear sky

Brightening a walker’s thoughts, time flies

The frigid, morning air washes across a face

Sending a wintry breath filled with cold taste

A layer of garments safeguards from the chill

Walking for an hour awakens a sluggish will

An early, morning walk isn’t for the weak of heart

Feeling somewhat better now after a dismal start

A series of shadows dance around a home

Making a soul feel remote and quite alone

All eyes must stay alert on the sidewalk

Signaling when an uneven surface stalks

The mood is set for a moving conversation

Hearing God’s Biblical word brings sensation

A mindful heart beckons to come through

Creating an intimacy with a Lord so true

The walk’s pace continues to march right along

Allowing this rendezvous with time that’s long

The eastern sky begins to brighten with light

Bringing an end soon to this walk of delight

Another early morning walk will come again

Walking to daylight with Christ as my friend

Do you look forward to early morning walks? If so, what do you like most about such an activity?

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