the last
of the flower’s dreams
dispersing into day
Morning Light And Dew
Field, Mountain, Sky
to share
this morning
true belonging
Reconsidering The Moon
days ago so near
in my memory
I can still touch her
Sweet Rise
early morning
held in spring’s
caress of innocence
The Day Arranges Itself
the dawn rises
as fog settles
and trees take it all in
Rainy Morning Hunt
hunger
doesn’t care
about the weather
Morning Paradox
dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold
Embracing Mystery
the morning
shrouded
in mystical cold
Needing
the tenderness
of this morning’s
soft pink sky
Her Warm Yellow Glow
peek a boo
with
the morning moon
Sun Rise
we are lifted
into
the new day
Our Voices Carried
cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect
Morningside
residing
in the shadow play
heron starts his day
Morning Glory
I fly in your sky
and swim in
your ocean of blue
Dreamland
our misty world was soft
and we were free
together
Morning At The Farm
first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day
Morning Meadow
night is banished
now is
light’s time to play
Just After The Sun Rose
a fairy
flew by
trailing magic
Taking The Day
mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist
Spring Morning In The Garden
a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects
As the Day Slowly Rises
beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist
In This Liminal Time
each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
Breakfast
at first light
a quiet feast
high in the willow tree
Morning Moon
faint
like a dream
upon waking
Morning
I awaken
to a land
of dreams
Intricacies
morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window
Morning Light
the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods
Daybreak
winter’s
cold breath
resting in the valleys
Amongst The Blooms The Wing-ed Ones
beyond the porch rail
butterfly and hummingbird
make their morning rounds
Morning’s Song
voices raised
in joyous praise
birds greet the day