Best Midmorning Poems

Watching the clouds travel by,
fast moving, each one a soul
I name.  There's work to be done
up there, sweeping the sky clear
of sorrow, leaving unblemished
blue...

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there's a man reading
divine Scriptures out loud.  light
shimmers on rain pools.
someone has left a sugar 
cube on the curb -- all is sweet....

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Out where the blooming path comes to an end,
Along with wildflowers and Queen Anne's Lace,
A white sandy beach is waiting in the sunshine,
With a house...

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Hyacinth and juniper
adorned in midmorning dew
alight the fields and meadow fair
as the dawn shimmers from you

Nature weeps with boundless joy
as the sun greets you with...

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A Renga:


Midmorning sunlight
White roses climbing the fence
Next to the driveway

On a Saturday in May
A rooster pecks at the ground

"It's in the details,"
The lawyer looks at...

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Six blue jays converge at the birch
To sing their anomalous colloquial song,
They fashion a serene scene as they perch;
My mind so inclined to blindly sing...

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Down on the pier, the midmorning bright,
Thronged wives, husbands, lovers,
And sons, friends, young daughters,
All eyes perusing the grand and gray ship
In long-simmered hope of glimpsing...

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My story begins in a fire, not the fire that burns and chars,
but a cold fire of depression, hotter than the sun beneath the equator

I...

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From the pack on his back,
He pulled a brown paper sack,
And sat down in the shade of a tree.
Then Jack, from the sack,
Took his midmorning...

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pallid firmament
is the midmorning setting
in the blue gray sky














2-12-2016...

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As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight...

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“What was I thinking? I lost track of time.”
Running to the seaside home before the clock is nine
The water cooling from the heat of summer
Her...

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Patience is why I'm still here,
And of course you my dear.
You watch over me and help steer,
Me away from what was so near.
	You did it...

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I left Friday midmorning for a weekend getaway
A four-hour jaunt to Aspen; just wanted to play
No purpose for the trip; just for the experience
New to...

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In the morning
when the sun flash its first coysmile
behind the parting curtains of a sleepy sky
it rouse the world from harried slumber 
to the roar...

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