merest crack of blue
in a grey sky
as wide as the world
Exalted
morning light
never fails
to lift us
April Morn
her snow blanket removed
the naked earth awakens
renewed, refreshed and ripe
Waiting
between storms
a colorful dawn
reminds us of what
we are waiting for
Morning Fog
low land sleeps
in dreamy white
as the day softly begins
Luna
October’s morning moon
mourns departing light and leaves.
Silhouette
sentry in the mist
guardian of daydreams
Morning
The day came softly
quietly offering beauty.
Sleepy Heads
Wearing gossamer nightgowns
ferns slowly stretch
toward spring’s morning.
Frosty Morn
The pond has broken winter’s icy hold
but the land struggles to shrug off the frosty morning cold.
Surely
Morning makes its way through bare branches.
Every ray of sun brings us closer to the greening of spring.
Commencement
The new day sweeps in
clearing darkness to the side.
Revelation
Morning exposes
nearly blinding brilliance.
Winter’s majesty is not done with us.
Gift
Another day begins
with the light of the divine.
Morning’s Color
heralds hope.
Pines in Pink
Morning rushes in
promising a rosy day.
Union
Mist marries
the mountain
to the lake.
Neighbor’s Light
Before the sun fully rises
the neighbor’s light across the way
is my kind companion in morning’s solitude.
Morning Mist
the sun will unveil
today’s mystery and magic.
July Morn
Threatening skies
don’t intimidate
wild grass
Friends
Johnny jumps up
to greet me in the morning
pledging to forget me not.
The Sound of Color
Morning light
sings my heart’s song.
Black Bird
Singing in the tree tops
perched higher than your high note
morning is your muse.
Beautiful Day
A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Morning Moon
Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.
Indian Summer
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
Height
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.
Pond’s Edge
for a brief moment the tree tops are in reach.
Bloom
What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.
Morning
Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.
