4:30 am
chilly dark, bathed in faint silver moonlight
coffee steam and wood smoke waft up
joining wispy clouds that
scud and skitter across the moon
in the dark woods
the great horned owl calls "good day"
roosters stir
tentatively welcoming the dawn
peace
before the alarm clocks ring
Morning is my favorite time of day.
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That is beautiful. I could just see and hear it all... and smelled the coffee. I have tried so hard to be a morning person, but it has never worked. I think morning people are so lucky, and it seems to me, they are the successful people. My husband is a lark, but I'm an owl.
A most delightful poem! I can smell that coffee and wood smoke. How I long to be back in the country...
Perfect words for a fall morning!
Your hidden talents amaze me...stay at home dad, animal keeper, farmer, gardener, and now poet. Is there anything you can't do? Well besides nurse that is, lol! Kim
I'm sure C could give you quite an extensive list of things i can't do. Dancing is one of them, and I know that will be an issue this weekend. Weddings are not my thing.
Oooh but wait!
Has he mentioned catching rattlesnake barehanded!
Really.
And now poetry.
If he was a girl he'd be my hero :)
Pen,
If I was a girl I would probably have been smart enough to NOT pick up live rattlesnakes with my bare hands. I'd probably have realized that once you pick it up you have to do something with it, and that's not so easy. Nothing heroic in being stupid and living through it.
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