The land is kissed
by golden morning.
Thrush-in-nest,
eye-awake,
puffs her breast,
sings and wings
across the meadow.
My heart knows
a sweet song
touched by dew.
I, too,
eye-awake
in first gold,
rejoicing in the
new breath
of a honeyed day.
The rose
of the early
grace of sunrise,
the bud
that breaks
through the
surface
of the earth,
before it
ever knows
rain,
let us be
in those
moments
of unthreatened
peace.
The sun
a wild, gold bird
singing to the world
Hope everyone is well and the sun is shining where you are … Or that morning isn’t too far off!
Good morning to my readers (if it is morning wherever you are)! Here are some sleepy thoughts for you in a haiku-
Furball
tumbleweeds past my slippers
Sunday morning.
Her morning song
in lark and sun
flowers the sky and
paints the waves.
Land awake
to love’s light
breath, the
gentle music
of new day.
Whiskers and wet nose
Wake me to an unknown day
Purring morning sun
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