Mornings Come and Go

Mornings come and go,
The first ray of sunshine seeping into my eyes and sparkling magic,
And I wake up,
The glory of every morning is picturesque like some strokes of paint brush here and there and voilà morning is ready,
Every morning air tastes different now that it is autumn the crispiness of the air can be felt in the lungs,
And when it was summer the morning air was a little hot and humid and it designed the beads of sweat on the forehead,
Mornings and the bird songs and the tranquility of it all reminds me of the meaning of being human. 
And the
Mornings come and go.
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Godwin Avatar
December 1, 2025 at 12:10 PM
I love your poem. I read below that you are a morning person. I'm not because it involves getting up and to me, that's because an alarm clock forced me to rise for 35 years. Don't know that I'm a night person either, but then what else can I say as a Libra? Lately, I've enjoyed being up all night while others are asleep but that's backasswards and can't last. Oh well, the heck with finding me, I just have to be me and enjoy poetry, for now. Very Good write.
Winter Avatar
December 23, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Thank you so much! I appreciate you!
George Avatar
November 17, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Each morning is new and each morning is different. Each comes with new promises and opportunities. A lovely poem dear Anne.
Winter Avatar
December 23, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Thank you so much! I appreciate you!
Nicole Avatar
November 13, 2025 at 5:56 PM
' strokes of paint brush here and there and voilà, morning is ready. ' I love everything about this thought. : ) Beauty to embrace, which places a smile upon your face. And mine too. So lovely and uplifting, my sweet friend. : ) Hugs and blessings to you. Brandy
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Oh this is the most beautiful note :) thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)
Gentile Avatar
November 13, 2025 at 4:34 AM
Anne, such a sweet and contemplative piece is this! I love the beautiful images created upon reading your verse! Perfect reading to accompany my morning coffee! Happy Thursday xxoo
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Your note cheered me up :)
Rodgers Avatar
November 12, 2025 at 11:50 AM
Dearest Anne, Oh how the mornings come and go with so many behind me and hopefully many more to go. I loved reaching into your morning and seeing both the beauty and the sadness. Autumn is still my favorite season, but we only have one more month. Too fast, too soon, but so it goes for us poets. Autumn Blessings, Dearest Anne, Daniel
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:18 PM
What a beautiful note this is! It indeed goes for us poets :)
Buhagiar Avatar
November 12, 2025 at 2:14 AM
A lovely poem. We have to experience all seasons, but Spring is the best.
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Every season has its own beauty :)
Gifford Avatar
November 2, 2025 at 3:36 PM
Hello Anne, this is a beautiful write, to be given the privilege of waking up in the morning, Mornings and bird songs and the tranquility sounds so heavenly. Have a wonderful day my friend.
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Thank you so much dear friend, I appreciate you :)
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM
you've beautifully captured how mornings change as the seasons come and go. Liked it. Faving.
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Thank you so much for faving :)
Rolland Avatar
October 24, 2025 at 3:42 AM
so beautiful and touching poetry, enjoyed
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Thank you so much :)
Hind Avatar
October 23, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Lovely poem- I often oversleep the mornings, lol and stay awake late into the night- I wake up when I need to, or for special reasons :) we humans are priviledged to know and experience a morning in Nature
Winter Avatar
November 14, 2025 at 6:05 PM
I always make sure to wake up at dawn. I love watching the empty sky getting ready for the day. Thank you for stopping by :)
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