Morning Rituals
Waiting anxiously,
Old Red hovers by the door…
Mother Nature calls
The dew on the grass
is soaking my slippered feet…
I drink in the news
Rising from my cup,
white steam fogs up my glasses….
Sun breaks through the dawn
A neighbor jogging,
waves with enthusiasm….
I step on the scales
A song from upstairs,
off key, yet operatic….
I can hear his mood
Wafting up the stairs,
I send some encouragement….
Crisp bacon sizzles
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In Honor of Francine's Contest: "Morning, Noon, or Night Senryus"
By Carrie Richards 8/21/11
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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