The Early Morning Mist
This begs the Question, Why?

The early Morning Mist
Early in the morning as the sun burns off the mist My mind stretches as it begins the day’s list The mundane chores that seem to regurgitate ‘Hurry to the next one’ before it’s too late But, this morning, my eyes were drawn to the sky Pondering my list, I began to ask, Why?
P. J. Gordon ©️2024
Sometimes, we just have to let go of some of the things we think we have to get done by a particular time. This morning, on my return from my morning walk, I just happened to look up. I saw the sun burning through the mist. I thought, “Just look at that.” Since I already had my phone, I tried to capture the image. One thing I’ve found is that sunrises and sunsets wait for no man, or woman, or iPhone. The image stirred something inside of me.
If I hadn’t looked up, I would have missed it. If I hadn’t walked, which happens, I would have missed it. The image reminded me that no matter what is on my to-do list, there should always have time built in for poetry. Poetry doesn’t always have to be written or shared, it can be a line, a stanza written on my heart. It may not be physical or tangible, but it will always be there.
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