November Morn

“Breath of Dawn” by Anna Armona

 

pieces of sky
rise up through the trees
carry light of the morning
awaken the forest
towering pines
stretch their arms
mountains yawn with
first murmurs of birdsong
brown moose and red deer
arise slowly from
soft-needled beds
already the fox and the hare
wide awake and alert
to the scent of each other
cold rivers emerge from
their hiding to take on
the clean brilliant glints
of another new sun

yes another new dawn
all the sights and the sounds
of circadium signal a
promising day in the offing
what more of a reason
could creatures like men
ever find to be thankful

 

 

(originally posted November 2015)

Aurality

 

Man Sleeping by Morris Graves

silent mornings make no sense
every waking needs noise
clocks and coffee pots
birdsong and bone creaks
the cough up of phlegmatic dreams

so this silence must signal I’m dead
unless it just means
that it’s not quite yet morning
for soundlessness perfectly
suits my insensible nights

 

 

(originally posted October 2013)

Sleeping In

 

“Morning Fog Lifting” by Dan Berkeland

 

 

fog-drowsy morning
treetops clutching their blankets
sweet indolence

 

 

(originally posted November 2013)

Auspicion

 

“Dawn at the Pond” by Karen Gillis Taylor

 

on the rise of a morning

impossible dreams

gather promise

as they lift from the

rumpled remains of a night

upon brightening bands

of an opportune sky

and the dreamer awakens

his future surprisingly cast

in array of new colors

excited by light in a way

never heretofore

hoped for or seen

Shallop

 

“Fishing Boat” by JWJarts

 

gentle lapping ebb-tide

tugs at my moorage

nudged toward the shore

waiting for my master

gillnets set for casting

once clear of the shoals

meantime pelicans

watching for breakfast

keep me company

while I doze on the swells

 

(originally posted June 2013)

Cancel Morning

 

Photo by Shutterbug74

(Originally posted February 2014)
 

 

what grows in the winter but the cold
pushes lengthening fingers of frost
along sidewalks and down dead-end streets
up the stairs into parlors no purpose
at hand but to freeze every clock and
with that put a stop to the end of the night

5:00 AM

 

“Forest Sunrise” by Do Olesovic

(Originally posted June 2013)
 

 

dawn crawls through the forest

pushing first glow between dense

hands of pine boughs and

flat fans of oak leaves

slipping onto the porch and over the sill

to settle itself in my unsleeping eyes

 

 

Mornings

“Peaceful Morning” by Irina Sztukowski

on again off again

sleep comes and goes

by its elderly whims

all in all not so bad

having three or four

mornings per day

Sinner’s Song

“7 Deadly Sins” by Anacorreal

 

 

mellifluous matins of birdsong

drift under the eaves

repainted with sunrise covering stains

left where sin slipped the house

into punishing night

where it ever remains unforgotten

beyond palliation

through penance or promise

life imperfectly lived

collects occult colors the eye cannot name

within threads weaving bedclothes of shame

sin is soundless like darkness is

even with ears to the moon

but morning is broaching the guiltiest tide

raising up the real question of whether

the feathers of music reveal

all my sins were a dream or

I died in their quiet iniquity

 

 

Resurrection

“Sunrise in the Harbor” by Leonid Afremov

dawn is the hour
mosaic of morning
the rising time