Everyone’s out –
The deer, the sheep,
the rabbits, the cows …
Tag Archives: morning
The day arises in the mind
Sunday morning
Morning light
Morning doors
Morning doors open to
birds and
dandy
seeds of the lion drifting
The light at four
She’s left the inner garden.
Here, though, she slows, her smile
recalling old reversals and raising briefly the prospect of shade’s
shedding its clothes, and being morning again,
naked in the flowers.
Day before the rain
This morning the morning more rural
This morning the morning more rural
passed by – cows, grace, grass
and wire –
sun and all that nothing
to do, so I did it (in lieu)
Looking for light
I love being up early
I love making the coffee and thinking of my grandmother.
I love how a kitchen light can be
the only light in the house,
and a clock the only sound.
I used to wake to it.
Now I make it for others.
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