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
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
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).
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
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
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.
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
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!
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.
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
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.”
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
From Isaiah 57:19: “Peace, peace, to the far and the near, says the Lord; and I will heal them.”
This poem takes a different route from much of my usual poetry. It begins with the word “incessant” and carries this meaning throughout the poem with various synonyms. Using free verse, the number of syllables remains consistent with seven in the odd-numbered lines and ten in the even-numbered ones. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Early in the morning’s peace
Welcoming the incessant quietness
Predawn light creates shadows
Enjoying their unending playfulness
Cool, crisp air signals autumn
Witnessing the season’s ceaseless nature
Solitary doe walks nearby
Looking for tender grass, endless craving
Neighbor walking her collie
Moving with an uninterrupted pace
Front porch provides morning roost
Dreaming now of countless, unbroken thoughts
Past memories parade on by
Watching an ongoing video show
Former students fill the room
Flourishing with unflagging attention
Grandchildren always gather
Hearing constant laughter, bringing a smile
North wind gusts with icy chill
Feeling winter biting with nonstop bliss
Frigid cold invades the porch
Warming now, by persistent fireplace flames
Life has been kind, a blessing
Spending everlasting time with our Lord
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