A perfect morning
[Authors’ note: You can read the poem yourself, or you can listen to the audio reading of the poem. Enjoy.]
A perfect morning
I awake before I can see or feel the morning sun on my face. I am lazy and happy in my bed. Sleepiness clouds my vision, and a yawn parts my lips as I rub my tired eyes to see. Though still dark, I feel in me that a beautiful morning comes, arising just outside my window, and I imagine what it will bring …
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Clouds sailing like ships through the golden sky, early morning dew glinting in the green, green grass and on bright, gentle flowers, trees stretching their limbs in kind obedience to the heavens, far away mountains covered with snow, just whitened at their very tops, the nearby streams gurgling happily through their channels in the earth . . .
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Gods creatures will bring beauty, too, to my anticipated day that comes. From the chipmunks and squirrels to the foxes and deer and raccoons. Elephants I guess are too far away to include in my imaginings, I laugh. Many different birds and insects, singing, begin to add their voices to the morning.
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It’s still too early for my family, my dear loves, and their little ones, too. whom I visit to enjoy time together. They sleep soundly still, they do, in their soft beds, in softer dreams. I rise from my warm bed and walk so quietly through the tranquil house, my naked feet smoothly whispering on the pale cool tiles of the hallway.
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When I step outside in the morning chill, I see the rising light above the trees bringing the world sweetly to me in the spreading of golds and reds. I sit on the broad steps of the porch looking happily into the brightening sky, and I wait to share it with my loves.
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Music: Early Morning by Lesfm on Pixabay
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