MORNING RUN
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morning run
wind whispers through leaves
thoughts scatter
cool, crisp air
breath a visible prayer
silent confessions
Night carried him to me;
longing to stay near
a little while more,
to walk with him,
to feel him within reach.
But the dream ended.
Morning came
and I woke alone.
He has his own life.
People who need him,
laughter and love around him.
I walk alone,
rooms empty, nights quiet,
my heart missing him.
I keep that dream with me…
his hand close to mine,
our hearts threading together
for the smallest of moments.
If the dream must end,
let it end with him close,
two shadows side by side,
a love that lived
though only for a whisper of hours.
Sunlight's warm fingers moved over me as if I were a pawn.
the promise of fresh beginnings
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
weird bird sound
variation of a squawk whistle
it is camouflaged
no idea if this creature is from here or another planet
a gray moth lands on my pathetic-looking dog bed
she puts her wings together
I hit my hands together hard
trying to kill a mosquito
I miss
two bees hover
I hope they are honeybees
they are tiny so I am optimistic
they are not; they are bumbles
someone’s lawnmower is humming
Not the farmer next door
His is louder
the bumbles are walking across my porch
this seems odd
they are usually flying
who who who who
an owl?
not quite a hoot
whatever it is, it sooths me
nothing as wonderful as a morning on my porch
with a cup of coffee and a puppy
A songbird sings of morning glory,
twittering homage to Dawn's first light.
And ebony shadows fade to shade
as they lose the protection of Night.
The sun rises from a scarlet shroud,
draping itself in a golden hue.
And shining above Earth's eastern rim,
light paints the sky a robin-egg-blue.
Blood tints the clouds cotton candy pink
as the heart of Night's pierced by Dawn.
And, soon, color is fully restored;
while dew sprinkles glitter on the lawn.
Butterflies and bumblebees waken;
as a new day slowly fills with sound.
And Hope renews with every sunrise:
it's not lost; it's waiting to be found.
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Morning Beautiful
Morning beautiful.
What did you say?
I was unable to hear,
As I was lost in your spheres,
Like I have been for a thousand years.
And if you ever need me near,
I’ll be right here with open ears.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The dew will fail to pool...
Catching Light, becoming Air.
A daytime dream. Briefly held.
Wisped away.
Like every day.
The forest of grass
received a starshower of overnight starlight
which pooled in places in the fields.
Silken hammocks. Spider-stitched.
For the briefest low-light
momentaries, as a foggéd breath might,
they seem to give me cause to think
that
they may have caught the Moonlight.
Though, in time, the sod and sun
will drink the dew
and the day’s demands will leave trodden
the patches in the paddocks.
Of silver. Of sun. Of moon. Of stars.
Of magical
pools.
AWAKENING
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dawn's fresh wakening
the wind's gentle kiss on skin
new beginnings born
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
RISING SUN
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softly, sun rises
dances across horizon
warm and comforting
For only a few days, a sojourn
With the mountains or by a waterfall
In search of an autumn dawn
Amidst the mist on the blades of grass
_______________________
10 September 2025
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
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