Mornings
Solitude of morning
all is quiet on our street
and the only perceptible change that is happening
is that the coffee is brewing
yet the cat is still asleep
This is the time of day
that I really love the best
where there are no interruptions or phones ringing
where things are peaceful
with moments of rest
I can choose to do what I like
be it watch tv or maybe read
meditate and go into myself
so that I might plant today's seed
these mornings are a wonderful punctuation at the end of a work week
where to catch my breath and dream is a plus
to waach the birds from my window
skirt amongst the branches or bathe in some dust
the morning then breezes into afteroon
and things get a little more heated up
so I look forward to the next morning
to sit in equanimity and sip from my coffee cup.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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